I stopped Writing...

Why i stopped writing

and then withered down

with no words to carve 

on the narrations of 

so many perspectives

At times it is therapeutic

and some moments

it has no meaning

I find my words

hitting the rocks and

loosing its worth

How strong is the pen

history narrates

and the future writes

 

know some moments

writer goes through 

depressive blocks of writing

it's a phase of words 

being stagnant and lonely 

finding no meaning

to its words and writings

no purpose no muse

no genuine eyes to glance

through its narrations 

and many observed findings

 

yet 

 

the writer crawls back 

to its writings

for its soul is stringed

to its words and meanings

a writer senses 

its readers interests

as naturally 

as a mother to the

cry of its baby 

It's not very common

to understand this happening

what a writer goes through

in the journey of writing

what comes naturally

has so many perspectives

so many influences ,

thoughts

and unsaid experiences!

 

To conclude,

a writer is a

lonesome wanderer

who finds

its way back eventually !

-SSW

 

Blank Canvas

Lies in introspection, a canvas blank

seen to the word, why is it blank!

I see their colors and artisan's work

yet you peep in, where is the work!

The canvas stares back at me

I gaze through its strokes, talk to me!

I hear no words, flows a light river

I look at it close, and I see no river!

It is blank, it's empty, it shows no work

Far at sight, it reflects life's work!

Scornful, I talk aloud to the canvas seen

How do you look blank in your making?

Says Canvas...

"I am empty behind the colors seen,

Like you beings, hiding as unseen !"

Your visible is filled with artisan's craft

But there is an emptiness behind the raft!

-SSW

My Mother's Words

Tender days beautiful calls

Mother's love 

Comforts above all

Her gentle touch

And motivation to be 

Soars high above the rim

She says it with a radiance 

that shines a spark 

In my darkness

Her eyes speak of her words

Her touch while running 

through the tears 

Her trust on crossing over 

all the lingering fears

makes it so simple 

Like a magical spin 

With her presence around 

She makes it all so simple

in my complex world

Her words of faith

makes me live again

Her narrations of 

acknowledgement of who I am

Consoling the broken mind

Into a mighty strength

I want to hear her more today

each night and all the days 

Her words of love 

I crave for it each day 

I want to elope in her arms 

While resting being from her away

I want to listen to her again .

Like many nights and days

She has held me strong 

when I couldn't walk by self

making me capable to even fly.

Her trust ,her belief , 

her radiance  and her comfort 

I miss everything about her!

-SSW

In my verse

What will you find in my verse 

My Silence that fills in words

I say a lot , in words often more

But in my verse you will find

a meaning to my true being

It's a closed lid packed to seal

What it feels it never reveals

It's a cold space fuming with

the warmth of many thoughts

tender and fragile like a 

an assembled  broken glass

yet as hard as a bottom rock

It's a mystery to decipher

its identity lost long ago

it need not be attempted 

to be understood or felt

As

 in its cocoon it vents!

-SSW

Loose Connects

Painful scream this soul narrates 

to silence when it begins to fade

Its a loud call to feel incomplete

close yet gaze the distant being 

Each day, off before and ahead

leaves an ark of a confused read

Every minute and a new moment

it looks for answers into the silence 

and walks back in disappointment

more lost than before in presence

the loose connects tries more hard

to chord the wire of it more strong

Every effort responds to a  move

Contemplating ,disconnecting more!

The wired circuit yet attempts more

Burning thy self to feel the connect

that's yet to be formed, may be or no....

-SSW

Beginning....

The Lucid flow of my life, circles in  my quiet mind

And I wonder how merciful is my Lord to mankind

Beyond my sight and farthest of my  imagination

Trails HIS ever pure kindness on HIS every creation

I close my eyes yet HIS generous ,majestic, just, shine

radiates through every beat of my lonely darkest time

HE has testified my Life and made me strong to fight

Held me when broken ,mended my tears to stand right

I can't say enough of Thankyou to my Protector, O Lord

For HE is the most loving and kind towards me of all

HE has always made my every step of new beginning

more beautiful ,blessed ,beyond my highest thinking

I wonder do I deserve all HIS Love and poured mercy

I am a petty soul lost in the shine of worldly mysteries

Now that I embark my life on another new beginning

My instinct speaks of my Lord's countless bounties

I rest my restless mind in peace on HIS every mercy

Knowing that what I am blessed will be HIS beauty

HE has chosen for me today and has been always

I don't know what I deserve from HIS sovereign

But seeking refuge in HIS path has brought me ease

Alhamdullilah when my eyes weep ,I let my soul feel

HIS presence in my life ,every moment of my breathe

With this thought I rest my day trusting HIM ahead

To Share my life with HIS beautiful creation ahead!

-SSW

When Wanders Mind

Wanders mind, amidst the roar
Silence shines uphill of time
In the arms of tears; deepens dive
Bewildered it feels the tears
In the guest house of darkness
Arches its unsaid mind
A gentle knock carves a pour
A stranger visits the chamber closed
Something moves within profound
Freezing the felt sadness of the roar
The dried whispers of the life
Withers like the autumn leaves
Who know it is time to leave
The knack of the knock
Moves the tears to life
Springs up the shine
When the unexpected visitor
Hugs the silence of the closest door
The dark light becomes a streak of shine
When enters the stranger
with a smile so deep
Shimmers the lit; visitor is now seen
Amazed, what seemed strange..
Is a visitor no different to the being!
It has lived within
Walking a thousand miles
Holding hands
Like a lover looking in the eyes
It cares and comforts,
Opens the dark chamber now
Brightens its closed roads; now ahead
Shines with the rainbow,
Smiles the tears
It turns back saying, now you can move
When wanders mind ,

call out my name
It takes a step

to vanish its strength
Thy calls the visitor, 

name yourself ?
‘Hope’ , living dead in your house!

-SSW