One day I thought of writing a poem.
After a big gap of many months.
Thought came and so do words.
I tried to pen down my words.
Mind was full of feelings and emotions.
I was trying to portray my inner situation.
Blurred in the midst of day and night.
I was writing the journey of my life.
Moving the pen slowly on the paper.
I started to describe my feelings on paper.
The journey which was belligerent and haunted.
Made me to write which needs to be trusted.
I gave my all effort to depict the suffering.
Slowly tears came while recalling.
During the course of the ups and downs.
I did have nervous breakdown.
Relationships became trading port.
I was left without any support.
Recalling those memoirs while writing.
My hand and brain were shivering.
I took a break for a while.
Hoping to smile while I write.
Couple of hours passed and I sat again to write.
Moving into deep of my heart to portray that drive.
Powerful emotions and strong words were chosen.
Unable to phrase the sentence, the poem was left open.
The poem was incomplete and I was shocked.
Made me to realize, I entered the writer’s block.
Feelings, emotions and scenes everything I have selected.
The poem which I started to write never completed.
I look towards my literary piece of work.
Hoping to complete that work.
As I started to write and complete the poem.
Made me to feel, it’s an incomplete poem.
– Ashish Kumar