Poems

A Writer’s Pain

It’s nothing much,

Just a feeble try to convey how deeply I felt,

Words that so easily get my heart to melt,

If only there was a way to put it all away,

And start afresh the next day.


I know you are trying to relate,

And that’s the reason I put my heart on this god damned slate,

These words might stick to you or not,

Yet a piece of me definitely stays out there to rot.


It’s a writer’s pain etched in stone,

Crushing the wound into the very bone,

Does it pain to read the way it pained to write?

Or was this a fateful defeat I had to fight?

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29 comments

  1. Thanks for this, I know its part of the writing process. But ‘editing’ is very painful. To be confronted with your own writing and to have it reflected back is….ouch! Maybe its just me?

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  2. Mishra, I felt your line “Does it pain to read the way it pained to write?” I know what this means and how does it feel. I myself spend 16 hours straight of composing pain like a woman in labour, but when I read what I’ve wrote the next day, I found myself asking: “Why is it so damn easy to read an entire chapter than to write it?” So, yeah, that line goes into my memory.

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