Writer’s Block

Today I don’t feel the urge to write, my words have dried up, and I fear I will be exposed for my wordlessness. If the words do come, I don’t know if they will amount to much. Will they be loosely packed and porous and take up more space than they should? Will they be …

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Choices

I have been at this desk for twenty minutes. I wanted to write a poem and I did not want to write about the lockdown tonight. This is not new though, staring at a blank screen, meeting the feeling that I have run out of words, run out of things to write about. In the …

Struggling to write a happy poem

So I wanted to write a happy poem. I'd make it all cheerful and smiley. But there was a catch, what would I write about? I thought of the things that make me happy. Relishing a mango, its luscious yellow flesh squishing between my fingers? Nah, that would be too shallow. How about reading Murakami? …