I have lots of stories to tell, hundreds of photos to show and couple of experiences to share but the main problem is that I don’t know how to do it.
My creative juices have dried down dramatically. I can feel it and its not a good thing. I hate to imagine that my passions are turning into liabilities. I still like to write, to take photos, to travel but the fire inside me isn't same flame I had before. I am getting frustrated in all I do and instead of being satisfied, my stress-level is skyrocketing! And I don’t want to lose more strands of hair!
I’ve been bored lately. B-O-R-E-D. (Thanks to homesickness for the frequent visits!)
Here’s my current state –
On A Poet's Desk During Winter
The raspberry candle
melts the web from unexplored volumes,
warms the green tea in manila cup
--- now cold and stationary.
Paper balls fall from the desk,
avoid the slumber of cigarettes;
the quill remains silent
its ink --- frozen.
I still do read blogs, but I don’t have the words to leave. I still enjoy looking at the amazing photos in Flickr but I don’t know to convert my awe in words. They are scarce for the time being. I still exist though.
Perhaps, I just reach the saturation point.