These past few days have been very unproductive. Things haven't really gone well and in spite of the positive mantras I keep on repeating; somewhere along the way, my confidence has taken a beating and any creative streak I might have had in me, has hit an all-time low.
Perhaps this is the time I should take a step backwards, take a deep breath and let go for a while.
Perhaps I should let the world pass by and just be content, watching.
Perhaps I am trying to gatecrash in a place where I was not meant to be.
Perhaps I should concentrate on other things that need my attention.For example, maybe this is the time to tackle that unfinished book that has been by my bedside for months now. Or maybe, I should clean one kitchen shelf instead. Or perhaps, just perhaps I should go shopping...with Diwali closing in, I should do that, anyway and that is a guaranteed and time-tested way to perk one up, though only temporarily.
Have you noticed the materialistic bent of my mind, the direction my thought takes when under duress? This is why I doubt I was meant to be a poet...least of all, a haiku poet!
I should restrict myself strictly to reading them, at least for a while.
And talking of reading,these beautiful lines from a blog I love to visit, perhaps best describe my feeling now:
i fear it's too late
i should have set out earlier