 Block!
Block!
Like a lump of marble,
An incubator,
Of an Ahalya, a Pieta or a Thinker,
Full of anticipation,
Of a Rama’s feet or a Rodin’s hands,
Releasing it,
And revealing it,
To the world,
Blissfully artistic…!
Block!
Of the nose,
Asphyxiating, irritable,
Rendering nights sleepless,
Of tossing and turning,
Of cursing and blowing…
Yet, has a release
In decongestants, antihistamines,
Till you sneeze worries away,
And breathe free!
Block!
Of the heart
Atrioventricular,
Quietly, menacingly,
Clogging your
Normal life,
Sea-changes your days,
With aspirin to thin your blood,
Still hopeful,
As you can bypass it…
And walk free!
Block!
The deadliest kind,
A writer’s nemesis,
Meaningless days,
Hours of frustration,
Fear of impotence,
Angsty existence,
Dread of extinction…
Of dying while living...
No hope… no release
Except perhaps…
In a ghost who writes…! | 
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