A look at my blog surprised me tonight. Last I published was over 3 months back. Really? So I open the drafts, and I am reminded of these verses I love from long ago:

"And I have some,
Some drafts abandoned
When rationale found.

And some
Some unopened letters buried
Like illicit treasure
In open grounds."

~ Rukhiya Faheem

And I do find a draft dated Nov 20th, 2011. Half-wondering, I open it, only to find:

'No newness'

and an empty canvas. I was THAT devoid of newness. Yes, life has been rather bland lately. Not of subjects or objects or happenings. But of things driving me to write. Like right now, the urge to fill in something for 2012 has died.

Adios for now.