That is the time I feel deserted like the soul with no life No warmth in the mornings The breeze is as cold as the night No more pain to pour No more love I can share That is the time of quarrel As if each day ends up with a never-ending fight Where my heart wishes to fantasize Where my thoughts get strangled Each time my mind express to excite And my words rammed into the darkest Leaving everything incomplete ( And here again not able to write.....) What's your way to come out of a #writersblock? #unabletowrite #YourQuoteAndMine Collaborating with YourQuote Baba
