Shalini’s poem explores a writer experiencing creative block who finds inspiration in rainy days and children’s playful antics for Different Truths.
Sitting by my window
enjoying the pouring rain
as it rattles against my window pane.
The pen in my hand, ready to write
with all my might, I try
I am afraid,
I cannot hear my inner voice;
sitting and staring at the rain
playing with the drops that fell
not a word in vain.
Grabbed a cup of coffee
to enlighten me,
as I watch the children play in the streets
making little paper boats and placing them in the water,
shouting and screaming with joy
as they see the paper boats go by.
I am trying to write
as the weather is so pleasant
with a little bird chirping;
I smile;
O, no, it seems my words have
flown out of the window,
and the alphabet are making no sense to me,
what shall I do? Not a line yet
so I kept my book away
and close my pen and
enjoy the rain till the end.
Suffering from a major brain freeze.
Picture design, Anumita Roy