Writer's Block....

The soul, so numb

With frigid joy,

Has choked on the syrup

Of linkless thoughts.....

It comes to me

In bits and pieces,

How I can be manoevered

By the strings of fate......

The flow of life unhindered,

But the river of emotions at a stand still......

Yet I am standing by the hope

Of survival, through this ordeal.....

This conquest of lyrical magic,

That mends holes

Of my torn reality.....

I wish love triggers

That storming sentiment,

That can summon my desires

Out of the box......

For I am stuck,

In the closed walls

Of the evident present.....

The sudden loss of my verse

Tormenting my imagination......

As my words seek

From their golden cage,

Their flight of freedom.....

That they cherish,

That they deserve.....