Uninspired

 

सोच रहा हु
कि सोच की स्याही में
लिख डालूं सब ख्याल मन के
पर दिखता है तो सिर्फ अँधेरा
और बीच बीच में बिजली का कड़कना  

खिड़की खोल के देखा
छम छम बारिश की बूँदें खिड़की की सिलो पे नाच रही थीं
अरे, यह क्या! कैलेंडर पे नज़र डाला
नवम्बर का ही महिना था
आसमान पे बादल घिरे हुए थे
और मन सुन्न हुआ चला था

Its raining like it should when winter is standing knocking at the door. In these times, while everyone is busy searching for a shelter to avoid the untimely rains I am looking out for inspirations. For putting down words on the paper. For laughing. For going to sleep. For waking up. Heck, I am looking for an inspiration even to have a thought. Much have I read about the state of thoughtlessness, the state where the mind is totally blank, void of any thoughts. And now as it hits me, I know how it feels first hand. And no song no music, no...no words can bring them back to life.
So what do I do for this? I set out on an unplanned trip to a land people call the place of infinite muses. I listen to music. I talk to new people. I make new friends. I even spend a few evenings wandering. Wandering aimlessly. For hours. Looking for an inspiration. But it escapes me every time. As this famous Guns & Roses goes, 

Do you need some time...on your own

Do you need some time...all alone

Everybody needs some time...on their own

Don't you know you need some time...all alone

I know it's hard to keep an open heart

When even friends seem out to harm you

But if you could heal a broken heart

Wouldn't time be out to charm you

 And as I look out for it in the words I write I just see meaningless congregation of characters, put together like an anomaly! Like the November Rain! At peace. But uninspired.