Thursday, November 3, 2011

Abyss of Creation

Is this all there is to writing?
A sheet of paper,
a typewriter
and words
languishing
to make their presence felt?

What about thoughts that run beserk
every time they are prompted
to put themselves on paper?
What about gushing emotions
that fail to conceive
when the time for birth is due?

The blank page
like life, like desire
descending into an abyss,
an act in itself
to experience
the pleasure of pain and creation.


10 comments:

briantmiller said...

ah so true the pleasure and pain are both there in the act of creation...

Hope said...

yes...what about all those thoughts that go beserk? where do they go when you can't get them down on paper fast enough?  

wonderful write, Shail!

Shailraghuvanshi said...

Definitely Brian. Just like a woman giving birth or a sculptor moulding his creation only to break it mid way because he found it less than perfect...

Shailraghuvanshi said...

Hi Hope, so lovely to hear from you after a long, long time.
Glad you loved the poem....

A.Hari said...

Great one. This brings to my mind two portable typewriters we had in our house which were so dear to our heart.
Pl keep writing as often as possible.

Jess Rao said...

Quite an interesting piece of writing & rightly penned down. Moi finds it difficult to write down moi exact thoughts & feelings--too complex to find the right words to express the thoughts that run through so rapidly & sinking quickly like quick sand!!! 

Geetashree Chatterjee said...

Just so apt and beautiful!

Shailraghuvanshi said...

Thanks Hari. Glad you liked the poem. Yes, I too had one at home way back. They never ever failed did they?
I shall try Hari.....

Shailraghuvanshi said...

Hi Jess.

Yes, like quicksand.... 

thanks for dropping by.

Shailraghuvanshi said...

Thanks Geeta,

So nice to find you here.....