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An inward looking poem where Maya talks about the dynamics of creativity, how it’s not easy to write about melancholy.

I wring my eyes,
tighten my jaw lines,
and my muscles
heave a few deep sighs.

I clear my throat,
trying to give a poem of melancholy, a shot.

I visualise,
… make a bad attempt to visualise…rather…
… all things in my life s-a- d
things that would actually make me go mad.

To my call,
not a tear does fall!

An obstinate,
the most wilful smile,
does my attempted mood beguile.

Damn it!
I want to write a verse of pain!

My pen, holds me, in disdain.

Why try to be in doldrums?
Why a poem of ‘would that…it were so’ …or of mums?

Why not the mental poise?
Why not rejoice?
Why to poison your lips?
Why not, in the rill of happiness, a dip?

I have heard ‘life is what you make it’:

Let me make it Good then!

by Matariil
by Matariil
©Maya Khandelwal

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