Sitting here surrounded by routine
Mind has subjected itself to circumstances
Toubled day and night – unable to write
A block – A writer’s block – right !

Now disappointment gives way to hope
Yes – to hope that I can write
Write for my own well being – a passion
Eating out of me for so many years

This joy seeps into my being
Tearing past the ache of knowing
Knowing not what to write about
I am flying high on the cloud of dreams

Writing again