Some days, the words go missing,
while I go seeking everywhere,
only to find them curled up at my feet.
Unsure and riddled by doubts,
I wonder, then—
is it their fault or mine,
that I am fumbling?
Silence—stands askance,
and casts me a look,
as if trying to measure
the weight of my unspoken words
against its’ power.
When they come asking
if I’ve conceded defeat,
I pause.
And re-tracing my steps,
I say to them—
some answers are meant to be elusive,
only to hang in mid air,
suspended across the chasms,
for Time alone has the answer.
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Written as part of our #SoulfulSunday free writing exercise, along with my friends Vinitha and Shilpa.
Also linking up with Monday Musings hosted by Corinne at Everyday Gyaan.
Beautifully expressed!
I know how this feels. I’m learning not to push too much, to let the words come when they will, while trying to be disciplined. Great writing, Esha. You always get to the heart of things!
Brilliantly woven words touching the soul and in such a searing manner, Esha:)
Thank you very much, Vishal! I’m so glad my words touched your soul and you liked it.
Beautiful Words!
Thank you so much, Damyanti. I feel the most vulnerable when I share my poems because I have no clue what the reader will think of them. Your kind words mean a lot to me. 🙂
I feel your pain