Am I facing writers block? I am not able to think. These days I am not even in a mood to lift my pen to scribble few lines. It feels like my words are getting rusted. My ideas are facing unnatural death. My veins are dried out of thoughts and I usually don’t feel like reading.
This may not be an unnatural phenomenon for many but for me, my world revolves around my thoughts, my dreams and an awareness that I am aware of these thoughts is what keeps me going on… so I thought of setting up an enquiry to know the reason as to why I am feeling this numbness; as if I am brain dead.
I tried sympathizing with myself, pitied me for the state in which I am, as if I am a different entity altogether. It didn’t work. I felt worse, just like a bedridden patient who is bored of the hospital environment. I felt claustrophobic and found me devoid of fresh air, I was missing my freedom; my blue sky and above all my mind’s canvass, where I can see,visualise thousands of my thoughts taking shape.
Today when I sit here, I don’t know I am just feeling that I am detoxifying my self and feel pretty confident, that still I can articulate my thoughts express myself ..my feelings. Still I can light up the dying flies of fire and ignite it and see myself dissolving in to words.. my only bridge to connect with my inner world. There is no ‘I’ here, it is all my experiences, my silent observations and recording of it. Above all it is through these experiences I earnestly attempt to understand, to grow and learn.
