I wrote a mail to one of the friends who was planning to take a hiatus from writing. I realised I had almost done that too. But then I read back what i had written to him... "Life, sometimes, is a bitch, but she deserves eulogies." I thought, bringing an end to our passions -like writing is no answer to life's tough questions. But yes, there are times when nothing clicks, all your poems lose rhyme, there aren't any inspirations left. But writing is all about finding inspirations from the most pessimistic situations in life. I live, then die and live again.... and call my self an Obscure Optimist.... Old habits die hard...
Here's one of my favorite poems... I will have to get into the rhythm, to produce original works... i am sure that won't take long.. i promise.... till then, read this piece -this is worth a million bucks!
When things go wrong, as they sometimes will,
when the road you’re trudging seems all uphill,
When the funds are low and the debts are high,
And you want to smile, but you have to sigh,
When care is pressing you down a bit,
Rest, if you must, but do not quit.
Life is queer with its twists and turns,
As every one of us sometimes learns,
And many a failure turns about,
When he might have won had he stuck it out;
Don’t give up though the pace seems slow
—You may succeed with another blow.
Often the goal is nearer than,
It seems to a faint and faltering man,
Often the struggler has given up,
When he might have captured the victor’s cup,
And he learned too late when the night slipped down,
How close he was to the golden crown.
Success is failure turned inside out
—The silver tint of the clouds of doubt,
And you never can tell how close you are,
It may be near when it seems so far,
So stick to the fight when you’re hardest hit
—It’s when things seem worst that you must not quit..