Headache

Sitting here, I feel bored,
Scanning my brain for everything stored.
I want to write something,
Don’t care even if it means nothing.


I move on scribbling on this paper,
Without any salt, sugar or flavor.
Don’t expect a sweet love story,
I am short of my think-tank armory.


Don’t expect a poem on worldly affairs,
My minds wandering chances are rare.
Oh, why do I feel my mind so stuck,
Heavy as a ship anchored in muck.


Chances of beautiful verses are poor,
Aircraft of imagination, unwilling to take any tour.
Lake of my emotions seems to have evaporated,
Waterless fish, I feel so incapacitated.


Boredom seems to have taken its toll,
I wanted imagination to create a role.
But, pain is what rule,
Now, I can see her standing besides my stool.


Who or what she is, I do not know,
A reflection of my dream girl; or just a projected hollow.
For she is too pretty to be true,
Her enigma made me feel some unearthly hue.


Gone!!!, oh no! Where did she go??
I had seen her their just moments ago.
She vanished without a trace,
Leaving me to wonder, about all her grace.


She was so natural, yet so unreal,
Oh no, again the hurting sutures are back in zeal.
I am back to where I started,
Everything’s cloudy and I see only a void.


Again I feel so naïve.
Echoes from my creations grave,
Leaving me hurt and in pain.
Sorrow drenched me faster than rain.


It’s the weakness of my brain,
I couldn’t withstand a little pain.
My creation, she was created and died in vain,
As my imagination surrendered to this bodily pain.