A Writer's Block

Sitting alone again, was thinking of a topic to write on

Failing to get a brainstorm, had just begun to yawn.

Why was this happening, only today, all of a sudden?

Wondered why my pen, was now not, getting into action.

Do I write about love, yet another time?

One more in the row, wouldn't actually be a crime.

Or would something else, with a lilt of comedy do?

Maybe I could write about, the circus and its crew?.

Depression and denials, were infact , not a bad idea
But I wanted something more cheerful, maybe even the Dahlia.
Maybe a wish for somebody, a friend very true
Or somebody who had already bid, a final adieu.

The tides at the sea, or the birds in the tree
Everything, but nothing, would my psyche agree.
God!, what do I pen on?, what do I do?
Maybe my mind has gone, to bamboo, to chew.


Wondering yet,
Chandana C. Shekar