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.