Even Bloggers Have a Life!

Sorry guys, haven't really been able to write a lot for a month now. Wow! that's long isn't it? But as you know, I'm in Bombay and a lot of things have been going on for a while. Firstly, a laser operation after which I needed a few weeks to recuperate and then all the fun I should've had during those 3 weeks all crammed into 1! hehe
Which proves that:
1. Even bloggers have a life!
2. Most bloggers may also suffer from an inability to come up with ideas. Let's just term it as a Writer's Block.
And what d'you know? I fell prey to both! So cut me some slack her alright?
I was home-bound for almost 3 weeks. WHich explains the Unky toon -Lonely!
I still have this huge block in my head and need to get out to meet somebody. In short, very unmotivated to pen down some sensible words. I hope you enjoy my poem. (Caution: some of you have already read it. So you can go back to whatever you were doing. I'm sure you have better things to do as well!)

"In Loneliness He Trod..."

Among masterpieces in an art museum,
Was a picture of a young colt that rode,
Into the sunset night,
A solemn sight,
In loneliness he trod..

Riding along the plains,
With the wind in his black mane,
The handsome face beamed with pride,
And shot to fame.
But achieved at his own will he had not,
He was a mere picture,
At the hands of a brilliant artist,
Who was a mere liar.

The brush stroked,
As the paint revoked,
A fitting sight to see,
A young one seemingly burst with exhuberent energy.
Was it a masterpiece because it held promises,
Perhaps of beauty unprecedented?
Or did it hold a story untold,
Of a lonely soul resented?

Resented 'cause we all know,
Within our hearts, we do not show,
That the young colt we endear,
Is a reflection of what we fear,
As we choose our path,
That we tread along,
Hoping that the horse that shone,
Would help our journey home.

None sought explanation,
Being only a source of inspiration,
Was the picture of the young colt that rode,
As in loneliness he trod..