Writer's Block

I have often rubbished the claims of people telling me that they have a writer's block. But when I had to go through the excruciating (read humiliating) experience myself, I was convinced that there are moments in your life when you just go - BLANK!

What motivates the writers to weave out yards and yards of fabricated tales without sounding repetitive, unrealistic and uninteresting? Are they any different from the rest of us? Is the right side of their brain more predominant?

J.K. Rowling, Nora Roberts, Robert Ludlum and myriad of other writers – weave a new plot each time to keep the reader engrossed. The critics bash them left, right and centre. Yet, they continue to do their job regardless with undying sincerity; failing sometimes and winning other times.

I dedicate my poem to these devoted writers who spend countless days and sleepless nights to pen epics that entertain and evoke all sorts of emotions from us:


Luck

He worked when they slept,
He worked when they played,
They laughed at his obsession,
But he never let it fade

Not once did he succeed,
His attempts were in vain,
He laboured on regardless,
And never showed his pain

They said he was insane,
And that his life was a mess
But each step he took,
Brought him closer to success

One fine day he won,
Due to diligence and pluck,
They sneered and sniggered
And said it was plain luck!