So, I dont want to write…

When thoughts overflow…
I wish to put them in words…
But I fall short of words…
So, I don’t want to write.

When feelings are mingled…
I wish to give then 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…
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 ineffable…
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 dont want to write.
So, I dont want to write…