What to write? 

To write about the birds

who fly in the sky

or about the moonlight?

 

There are times

when thoughts flood

and at other times,

I can’t even write a word.

 

There is either chaos

or complete silence.

There is no balance 

in the generation of thoughts.

 

Sometimes, there are words

which reside within my mind

but when they are to be written on paper, 

I fail to fit them in a design.

 

Other times, a thought strikes 

and as I begin to write, 

the write up gets composed 

all on its own

in front of my eyes.

 

Amidst all this struggle and chaos,

I struggle to write.

It gives me respite

from the thoughts of anguish and loss.