Writer's Block

I picked up some words From an over heaped pile Words which impressed me most I started writing Seeing paper after paper Getting filled with a deluge of words I felt so thrilled Like an artist looking at a painting I viewed it casually from a distance And saw words become colours My prodigality with words impressed me I gloated over my ability as a writer Lo! A work of literature in crude form Stood ready, willing to be chipped and shaped All that left was to give it a form A stroke here and there A finishing touch! "It's all so damn easy I shall keep the thing aside Ample time lies ahead I can now relax, take a break" I said to myself, self complacent Days slipped by, months rolled away One day I took out the scroll Dusting it and wiping the cobwebs away Read through it slowly My former illusion just faded away Words stuck out here and there Making no coherent sense All I found was a jumbled, jotted mass To me ere they looked lovely dames Colorfully dressed up for a mega show My eyes got dazzled by their costume When I waited for them to fall in line Gyrating in rhythmic steps They stood still, a disorderly mass Refusing to budge an inch Unwilling to sway to a rhyme Lost in a barren desert of words With each grain looking similar Lacking uniqueness I drew the curtain until The writer's block would be lifted!