Words awaited...

It has been long since I have written.
Actually it has been long since I wanted to write...but somehow those words; which were best of my friends sometime back; seemed to be upset with me. They just wouldn't come to me. I have got aborted poetries and scribbled articles in 'My Documents'; dumped like mummies; waiting for their day of salvation.
I had tried hitting a simple delete button a number of times; but couldn't... i don't know but i found be hard to just 'end' your incomplete creations. Not that my poetry is read and enjoyed by a million ardent readers or my thoughts are pondered over generations and can trigger revolutions; yet they still are the reflections of my own thoughts and do hold a place in my life. The are the reactions for my poor little soul to the phenomenon of this gigantic world. they are the anti-depression pills that vent all my rage and ensure that I keep the show go on. They are the fabrics woven with merely my experiences; my perceptions and my possibly pre-conceived notions; but they give me the excuse to think. To think deeper, piercing through the realms of my insensitivities. They call my true voice; it may be the case there is absolutely no one to hear it; so what?
Just because there is no professional playback compensation; the frogs don't stop groaning their song...

I always wanted to write. Something or the other. Either entertaining stuff or thought provoking matter; emotional experience or linguistically rich piece of art. Absolutely anything. But all i wanted is to play around with words. eventually i did so with maybe just a flare yet now its a fiasco.
with a handful of unfinished sculptures in my kitty; I await the miraculous flash of literary grace so that my dearest 'Wordly' buddies unite with me, once again...Will they?