“Unveiling Shadows: Discover the Heart-Wrenching Verses of Pragati Gupta’s Latest Poem”
As the words flow like a gentle stream—sometimes gushing, other times trickling—I find myself pondering the nature of creativity. What happens when the well runs dry? In the poem I’ve crafted, the struggle to write amidst fading inspiration takes center stage, weaving nostalgia with the sharp pangs of longing. Each line becomes a reflection, a question that lingers like steam rising from a forgotten cup of coffee. It’s almost as if I’m stepping into the shoes of Petrarch, chasing an ethereal Laurel through the corridors of memory, hoping to crown the fleeting moments of love with words worthy of their essence. But in the cacophony of life, when did we last pause to appreciate our own poetic musings? Come along on this introspective journey as I unravel the layers of love, loss, and lapsed creativity within the lines. LEARN MORE.
I’m writing less these days.
Figuring out the reason
I lose the frame of mind
That has till now
Heated my coffee,
Whose depth you compared
With my navel.
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