I just pop up out of a brief gap
of self exile for gasping a little,
once deserting me from
the vision of my readers
just to be able to write again
or keying relevant lexis.
To expose my feelings
in a wreath of words
was found somewhere missing.
I found my thoughts
jumbled and mixed up
within the dark suffocating
mine-walls of my mind.
Not keeping up with the pace,
not being in the track of a race,
where creations never stop,
where no one likes to pause
for a moment, I wanted to look back.
I lay aside with no one by my side,
a dream wavers to incite over yonder,
I wish to be placed back
as renewed and realigned.
Some rest renewed my zest and hope,
I crane me up against a slope of steepness
and find good glimpses of my goal,
bit far off yet reachable.
I find you all there busy with work –
sprinkling your minds' voices with words,
thoughts start again showering
on the arid soil of my mind –
muses become rich to incite me
to express again. So I come back.
Gautam Sen
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-comeback/
