…and the music died

Poised on paper the pen ponders pensively
waits for words to flow uninhibitedly
but my constricted throat won’t let them pass

A sad tune plays plaintively in my head
the notes refuse to grace the white sheet that’s spread
poised on paper the pen ponders pensively

The heart feels emptied of all its contents
the mind is a cauldron of simmering intents
I wait for words to flow uninhibitedly

There’s rain that falls inside but eyes don’t stream
waiting for words is a sisyphean dream
‘cos my constricted throat won’t just let them pass.

Written for Sadje’s wdys.

31 thoughts on “…and the music died

  1. This is such a heartfelt and poignant poem Punam. Beautifully expressed the feelings when we want to say what’s in our hearts but can’t. Thanks a lot for joining in

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  2. oh noooooo Punam … this was sooo sad yet so well penned and felt but I was waiting for the song to burst out at the end. I like happy endings but sometimes they take awhile if ever to come.
    Nicely done! 💖👏

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