O’ Captain!

I’ve forgotten the value of words.
Or maybe I’ve stopped listening to the melodic birds?

Every time I try to write, to imagine, to break out of my cocoon,
My brain goes berserk & I know I’ve lost my boon!
Sending papers fly out in air,
I bang my head down in despair!

I need to write.
Something that won’t give my blood pressure a flight.

I review what I’ve written so far.
“Utter bullshit!”, I scream, “Just put me under a car!”

Take a deep breath, indulge in your mind.
Ask yourself, what has really turned you blind?

Tick tock, tick tock.
Random words won’t break my writer’s block.

“Don’t hit it harder, man!
Let yourself go, without a plan.”

That’s how it has always been.
The only cure that I’ve ever seen.

Stop your rants at once, boy.
The power of words is not a kid’s toy.

My brain screams, “Grow up!”
And I hold my urge to snap with a “Shut up.”

I embrace the suggestion, instead.
Hoping it’s better when I get up from bed.

Then comes the worst part & insomnia arrives.
Now, I’m scared if I’ve lost all my writer’s lives.

“Nothing as such exists, you naïve!
I’m just gone to make you realize what it means to be deprived!
Think of me with your purest heart,
I’ll come back to you when you really start.”

I listen to the voice and soon after I began.
“Tell me, Oh Captain, where had you ran?”

To which my Captain calls me a fool.
Says that I drowned him in an ignorance pool.

“Don’t you stop here, my old friend.
Have faith in yourself, for I know you’ll never let our chapter end.”

©The Honest Fabler – Ashutosh Gursale
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