Words escape.
One moment they are at the back
Of our minds-
Like heartbreaking stanzas of a eulogy,
Or the lyrics of an unrequited love song.
Like the strokes of paint on a painfully
White canvas.
And in the other moment
They just disappear.
Writer’s block is actually a warning.
Preventing us from uttering the right words ,At the wrong time.
Beautiful words, But the wrong time.
Because the beauty
Of the poems you wrote for them,
Won’t stop them from leaving you.
It is better the poems disappear,
The songs lose their inspiration,
Or the canvas catches fire.
It is better the words escape,
Than being used in a beautiful piece of art,
Dedicated to someone,
Who will just walk all over it.
Smiti Mehrotra