Poem: Writer’s Block

For the past week, I have been really struggling to write quality content. I have ideas, but when I start writing, everything seems to fizzle out. This poem is inspired by my struggles.

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Writer’s Block

 

I sit in front of my laptop, staring intently at the blank screen
Peering and poring over it, hoping to form words that come to mean

Sometimes I get a glimmer of an idea
It flits and floats, as if doing the cha-cha

The idea proves as elusive as a scent in the air
Trying to locate it proves to be as difficult as a prayer

I try to sip some coffee hoping for a spark
To ignite those neurons, fire up the quark

But words are still playing hide-and-seek with me
Wonder when they will give up and come to me?

Life is like a Game

Life is like a game, you win some, you lose some

Sometimes the dice throws you a six, sometimes  it makes you glum

There are times you move up the ladder of life

But there are also times life gives you loads of strife

You have to dust it off and get up and go forth be unafraid

Because when life gives you lemons, you make lemonade

Life is just like a game, you win some, you lose some

Just enjoy the life you have, don’t become life’s victim

 

 

Reading takes you places

Climb the mountain, clear the highest pass,

Or maybe you want a trip to steppes full of grass?

You be an emperor or the pope

Or perhaps be someone who has lost all hope.

Visit all the great cities of the world

See things that you never thought possible

Is this about a magic carpet I am talking about?

Nah, all this from the pages of a book

A good book is your best you guide

Takes you places you’d never thought go worldwide!

Monsoon Magic

The monsoon season in Mumbai used to be my favourite because of unscheduled holidays from school and college! But seriously, who can’t love the smell of the fresh earth after a downpour and the feeling of everything looking clean and green? Here’s my ode to the rains….

It’s Raining!

I wake up to the sounds of the rain,

Crashing  and howling against the window pane,

The rain is pouring down, looking like a curtain of water,

Looking more like a sheet, an impenetrable banner.

I look down at the road, see the snaking line of cars

All caught up  in a massive jam, looking like twinkling stars

People rushing  to get to work, to school,

With umbrellas and raincoats, looking all so cool

I do wish people stop a while and enjoy the rain,

Stop a while, smell the grass and not complain.

The rains are a time for newness and renewal

For a little pause in your life, before it turns a full cycle.

Poetry: Problems

You think you’ve sorted it out,

You think it’s in the bag,

But when you least expect it

Another one shows up with all its swag

You start trying to solve it as best as you can

And hope that your efforts pay off and pan

Oh problems, why do you do this to me?

Why can’t you let my life just be?

Then the sweet smell of success

When everything goes according to plan

That’s when problems seem not so insurmountable

When the world seems brighter, more calm

That’s when you know you are in charge

The world better watch out, you are recharged!