In the mind of a poet

If thought refuses to progress,

stuck by sickening grief.

If words refuse to articulate,

the defeaning noice in mind.

I put my pen down.

I submit my defeat to the lord of words.

If the page rejects to maifest into 

a mosaic of thoughts.

If ink refutes the flow of beautiful ideas.

I put my pen down.

I submit my defeat to the lord of words.

If the emptiness of  life encroach upon my pristine space.

If the confusions of mind occupy my beautiful corner,

I put my pen down.

I submit my defeat to the lord of words.

If worry blurrs the idea, 

like anxiety seizing life.

If falsity takes over truth,

like avarice engulfing authenticity.

I put my pen down.

I submit my defeat to the lord of words.

Vipanchi