When thoughts overflow
I wish to put them in words
But the words on my mind are ineffable
So, I don’t want to write.
When feelings are mingled
I wish to give them a place in my diary
But can’t comprehend those emotions
So, I don’t want to write.
When dreams shatter
I wish to pen them to find solace
But that would not make my dreams come true
So, I don’t want to write.
When Kith and kin depart
I wish to write in their memory
Writing would not bring back the happy times…
So, I don’t want to write.
When solitude disconcerts me
I wish to beat my loneliness by words
Verses I create are even more depressing
So, I don’t want to write.
When life brings happiness
I wish to share it with all, even I write
But can’t find ultimate satisfaction
So, I don’t want to write.
When pleasures of life unfold
I feel the ecstasy, and the desire to write
Soon sorrows of others hover around my mind
So, I don’t want to write.
When I am close to the serene nature
I wish to write in its praise
Then I am reminded of nature’s catastrophe
So, I don’t want to write.
When I think of my life and deeds
I wish to give them the face of poetry
My poem remains incomplete
So, I don’t want to write.
When my expression remains indefinable
I try to give definition with the ink
But certain things in life are inexpressible
So, I don’t want to write.
When there is anguish in the heart
I wish to bind it in an ode
But then, the despair would always remain
So, I don’t want to write.
When eyes are full of tears
I drop them on paper to leave a mark
But that only crumbles the sheet
So, I don’t want to write.
So, I don’t want to write
