PLIGHT OF A WRITER

Fed up with,
witnessing ‘living nightmares’,
he got himself blind-folded,
one day.
Tired of listening to,
the news of deaths, accidents,
violence, wars,
poured he one day hot liquid lead into his ears.
No purpose saved,
fearlessly,
took he a vow of
prolonged, silence.
No use
pouring out his,
emotions, anger, joys,
sorrows and messages,
he put down his pen,
for good.
Love and hatred,
two sides of the same coin,
called life,
learned he,
and smiled to himself.
------ But no let-up,
not even a short interregnum,
restless he went like a violent sea,
felt like on the verge of insanity,
thin line dividing ,
sanity and insanity,
felt like getting blurred,
a slippery slope situation,
like a child fearing darkness,
wanted he to cry aloud,
tore away the cloth,
covering his eyes,
his vow of silence,
broken with a loud laughter,
cleansed the lead off his ears,
took he again,
the pen and white sheet,
and poured out his emotions,
joys, sorrows and anger,
to escape from madness.