Deserted Pen
So how long you have been deserting this pen
To hold and write the stories that keeps you alive
The tangling words where you loved to un-puzzle
That once it was a necessity
But now time to write seems to be a burden
Now the stories are no longer need to be written
For all what shapes in life, are the breathing stories
The jotting down are no longer narrate the facts
The sound of breath, aren’t captured within lines of words
Then silence hush fails to be described with words
For a momentum of silence described in words
Is noting but loud words evaporating essence of silence
The truth is the pen is just kept their untouched
In fear that inspiration will not rise
Also unable to give it a try for the fear of failure
Copyright 2012 Nasra Al Adawi
To hold and write the stories that keeps you alive
The tangling words where you loved to un-puzzle
That once it was a necessity
But now time to write seems to be a burden
Now the stories are no longer need to be written
For all what shapes in life, are the breathing stories
The jotting down are no longer narrate the facts
The sound of breath, aren’t captured within lines of words
Then silence hush fails to be described with words
For a momentum of silence described in words
Is noting but loud words evaporating essence of silence
The truth is the pen is just kept their untouched
In fear that inspiration will not rise
Also unable to give it a try for the fear of failure
Copyright 2012 Nasra Al Adawi
Labels: Nasra Al Adawi, Oman, pen, sad
posted by iamnasra at 1:48 PM
4 Comments:
It's something beautiful to read about your lonely pen.
It's something beautiful to read about your lonely pen.
It's something beautiful to read about your lonely pen.
For writing about not being able to write is a beautiful expression. You think the words don't flow, but they do.
I feel like posting this on my blog (as I am seeking the muse also, to little result) but would surely obtain your acceptance to do that.
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