Why is my voice choking?
Why is my throat going dry?
Where have all the songs gone?
I want to sing, I want to cry
Why is my canvas empty?
Why is my colour box out of use?
Why am I constantly groping for a theme
As if perpetually looking for a muse
Why are words and sentences failing me
While I want to bind them tight
Why cannot I put my thoughts together
To bring forth the poems I want to write
What has happened to this world of mine?
Where has all the joy vanished?
Somehow I feel that everything isn't fine
Is it for some reason I am being punished?
I just wanted to shine like the Sun...wanted to be its light
I wanted be like the calm glow of the moon...I wanted to be bright
What has to give light must endure burning
This is a part of the overall churning
Let me dive into each day
As a new adventure
Let me without stopping
Let me be the flow of the river
It is all about a journey
Travel well, travel brave, travel light
All will be well and things will be bright!