Why did I stop writing poetry?
No words come to the fore..
What was is not there
Nothing to express is it?
Once my head used to be bursting,
with emotions and expressions.
Now, it's quiet in there..
The trouble's subsided...
questions answered..
Focus narrowed..
All the remains are-
a few concrete ideas and wants..
Which doesn't trouble me..
But they give me a direction and no sleepless nights..
The confusion is gone..
And perhaps so has the poetry..
-SA
