Ramble – Day Thirty of NaPoWriMo


Where has my eloquence disappeared? ⁣⁣
I pause, I stumble.⁣⁣
Dissect every thought⁣⁣
Into minute fragments that⁣⁣
No longer make sense. ⁣⁣
That seem out of context. ⁣⁣
On, I ramble. ⁣⁣

Then I wonder what I was trying to say. ⁣⁣
What led to this cut up, incoherent stream of words? ⁣⁣
What am I thinking now, and how did I get here? ⁣⁣
Just stop. For a moment. You. You consciousness. ⁣⁣
Embrace the blankness. Feel it. Confine it. Try. ⁣⁣
Don’t let it slip out of your grasp,⁣⁣
Sucked by the vortex of blabber circling you,⁣⁣
A pack of hunger crazed dogs. ⁣⁣
Anything to fill their empty bellies. ⁣⁣
Whispers become bellows. ⁣⁣
An orchestra with cellos. ⁣⁣
A mishmash of ⁣⁣
Music and noise. ⁣⁣
Peace and restlessness. ⁣⁣
What am I thinking now, and how did I get here? ⁣⁣
Paw prints on the sand. ⁣⁣
Remnants of thoughts once clear. ⁣⁣
Wiped by the waves⁣⁣
Till every last trace is gone. ⁣⁣
But suddenly⁣⁣
Drops pelt down from the sky⁣⁣
Relentless. ⁣⁣
A typewriter.⁣⁣
Pounding hard and fast to print the words
Before they fade. ⁣⁣
Magic ink. ⁣⁣
Why can’t I say what I wanted to say?⁣
A blank sheet spreads before me. ⁣⁣
Cold. White. ⁣⁣
No last vestiges of confusing calculations. ⁣⁣
All erased.
Vanished into thin, cold air⁣⁣
Which grows thicker with
Hazy apparitions of unvoiced, unnamed sentiments. ⁣⁣
What did I want to say? ⁣⁣
I don’t remember at all. ⁣⁣
It’s lost somewhere. ⁣⁣
Buried deep⁣⁣
Under a heap ⁣⁣
Of pointless considerations.

– Written by Niharika Dixith

– Artwork by Shashank Tomer

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