Learning how to breathe..

I have forgotten how to write

I think, and try to indulge in self-pity. 

I pause, and discard this thought in disgust

How can anyone forget how to breathe?

I chastise myself. 

So I dig deep .. reword.. 

I have forgotten what it feels to shape words that move me

Yes. That makes sense. 

What is it that I feel? A blip of happiness?

Yes! Look! I've already started the ascent.

Focus, Krithika! 

The bliss of weaving together words

That flow as easily as the river

That make me as incandescent as the fire

That hurts me without ever laying a hand on me

That blurs my five senses with happiness

Oh! I remember. I remember. I remember. 

But, Ah! The irony.

Such irony..

I can shape words that move me..

But I can't make you feel, 

the way my words make me feel

So I ask myself - what good a writer am I?

I pause, and discard this thought in disgust

How can you breathe for someone else?

The mind heartily agrees.. But the heart smirks: 

The fact that you can't do that,

Speaks for your ability as a person, not a writer

So try to become a better person..

You won't forget how to write then

-Getting back to writing, Krithika