The Vanishing Block

Last night, my mind lay quiet, still and bare,

No whispers of thought, no flicker to flare…

Was it the weight of writer’s block I bore?

Or a weary heart, craving something more?

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My heart’s well of ideas, had it run dry?

Spark that fuelled my soul, where did it lie?

Fear of the unknown, or fatigue in disguise?

I couldn’t tell, as I searched the empty skies…

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Memories swept in, like autumn’s breeze,

Forgotten glimpses, echoes of memories…

The skylight of my heart, once open to light,

Now closed, veiling the warmth from sight…

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The wind whispered secrets, of promises past,

Shared laughter, tears, and love that did last…

Like her, I too lit a lamp, a beacon in the night,

But weak flames, succumbed to wind’s might…

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But the full moon shone, unyielding and bright,

A crown of blossoms, in the celestial delight…

Silver threads danced, on rose petals so fine,

Lulling me to sleep, with gentle, sweet design…

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With dawn’s arrival, the shadows took flight,

Memories and feelings stirred gently to light…

My heart poured forth, and words flowed free 

The block had gone, like the winds to the sea…

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The wind’s tranquil touch, revived my soul,

And writer’s block, like mist, began to unfold…

The lamp may flicker, but moonlight remains,

Guiding my pen, through life’s joys and pains…

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–Kaushal Kishore

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