Writer’s Block…
I stared at the blank screen;
The blinking cursor frightened me.
I wanted to write,
But I could not.
I raked my brain for ideas,
But it was as empty as a Monday morning church.
I searched my notes and idea books,
But they were empty as the looted bank vault.
I tried and tried,
But nothing came to mind,
Nothing worth writing,
Nothing worth sharing.
I was cold with fear,
My writing career was over.
My muse had gone away,
Leaving me to find my own way.
I stopped thinking,
I put the pen down,
I stood up and left,
Leaving the blank screen.
I rode to the market,
I strode to my favorite cafe,
I had coffee and sandwiches,
Black coffee and tuna sandwiches.
I rode again,
I went to the beach,
The sea was calm,
And the breeze was warm.
I sat down and looked at the sea,
It had a calming effect,
It soothed me and calmed me,
I dozed off and woke up a few hours later.
I felt fresh and rejuvenated,
My mind was brimming with ideas,
I took my notebook, my constant companion;
And captured most of them.
Then I realized a fact,
It is better not to force the mind,
Be ready and capture the ideas,
As and when they appear.
