July 02, 2009

The Long Road

I sat alone in the coffee shop, like I've done a million times before.
I wanted to write. Poetry, Fiction, A funny story maybe, or a trying to be funny article. Just something. My thoughts were all over the place.

Writing, scrapping it off. Dreaming and Wondering.

Words failed me. I reached a blank. It continued for a long time. Really long time. This is it. I can't write anymore. Not at least now.

Saturation Point?
Out of stuff to write about?
Lack of inspiration?
Way too content with life?
Laziness personified?
End of the road?

Questions. Questions. Questions.

Then I heard a song....

"The answer my friend, is blowin' in the wind. The answer is blowin' in the wind".

Thank you Mr.Dylan.

Would you like another coffee?


ywake said...

post wid a simplicity blended wid an age old truth.... ans ma fren is blowing in de wind... :)

Akshaya Kamalnath said...

ha ha dats one of my fav songs.

Rajan said...

now i know what those lines meant. Heard the song, loved it.

Too short though...

arvindiyer said...

@ Ywake

What age are we talking about here my friend? If it has to be blowin for so long, then there is something fundamentally wrong!

arvindiyer said...

@ Akshaya kamalnath

And a million others too:)

arvindiyer said...

@ Rajan

Sometimes the best copy or the best words or the best songs are actually No copy, no words and short songs!