Oh! They torment me so

these words –

that fly before my eyes, like birds

the din they create -flapping

their sturdy wing

As I watch- away they go


They swim before my weary eyes

Alphabets garbled –  they watch me struggle

Writhing in pain; I wriggle

To keep afloat

While they, mute, observe my sinking boat

But they do not yield or drop their guise


All I want, is to weave a story –

Or string a verse

Is this then, not a dreadful curse

That they turn away

And do not stay

Unfeeling Words- Oh! They show no mercy.



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Posted by:Smitha V

A banker by profession, a blogger by choice, a poet by accident, and an artist at heart. Imperfectly perfect - that's me. Welcome to my world!

7 replies on “A writer’s lament

  1. Quite a relatable post. This made me chuckle, As you rightly said, we see a lot of words, but they seldom come to us when we need them.. 😛
    Nice one from you Madam once again.. 🙂

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