Thursday, March 27, 2014

Drought of Words

Words that would flow seamlessly
Don't come to the mind these days
It so feels like
That there is a drought of words

Though I know what I know
Though I know what to say
But my mind gives away
When it comes to "How to say"

Once there was a time
When words would flow 
As if they were some liquid
As if my thoughts had wings

But off late, all I witnessed
Is drought of words
All my words seem to have vanished
My thoughts had their wings clipped

How do I say my pain
How do I measure someone's gain
All I know is I lost a treasure
For that whom to hold responsible

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