Numb

I am speechless, strangely barren,
No words come gushing out
In sentences, phrases or paragraphs,
Like the dusty veena lying forgotten,
In a corner of the music-room
I am mute.
Bereft of language, of fluidity,
The fecundity of prose,
Like a blank wall,
An empty page,
A cloudless sky,
I am at a loss.
Where have the words gone?
Evaporated like morning dew,
Like smoke curling up from
Nondescript fires,
Dissipating into the ether,
I have vanished too.