Theme: Writing

I Write Because ...

I write because what else to do?
Short of rhythm
thoughts erratic 'from here and there' let me dive
A jumble of chaotic words as in dream
replicating the pattern of my life!

I have nothing to write on roses
none too on the setting Sun
I do not weave dreams around the moon
nor look at it as the bread burnt.

I hold the pen in my hand,
experience a state of void in the mind
My feelings blowing out like desert sand
No tale to tell of the affairs left behind

I write because there is nothing to write
To write what is unwritten and
doesn't need to be written
And end up writing nothing
Where all writings ultimately blend into one.

13-Mar-2005

More By  :  Arup Ganguly

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Comments on this Poem

Comment Thank you Padmaja- ji

Arup Ganguly
03-Mar-2020 22:30 PM

Comment Superbly crafted poem esp;. the concluding stanza! I am so happy I got to read this one, thanks to the encore!

Padmaja Iyengar
30-Jun-2014 12:01 PM


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