Writer's Block, Publisher's Delight

As I try to squeeze words of my pen,

The alphabets won’t come out,

Gripped with a fear,

Fear of being lost in an alien word,

I can not scribble I can not scribble,

A young lady much elder to me,

Ask’s  for a bookmark to be signed,

I freeze at her excitement and expectation,

Deep within me I heard a scream,

“Its not me! It’s not me”,

I jumped on to next flight to Himalayas,

Publisher’s villa,

In search for tranquility & calm,

So I could write the next best seller,

Switching off the buzz-machine,

But all in vain,

Those 7 days drove me insane,

On my way back home,

Baggage got exchanged,

Next thing I remember,

Hundreds of shutter boxes, blinking eyelids,

Lawyers pressing charges of possession of narcotics,

All became numb,

Cold, shivery, dark cell, a real hell,

Eureka it Struck me then,

Now what you see are

Episode’s of Prison Break!