It kind of hurts me ,when I don’t have anything to write …
My glass is empty,
My thoughts have dried up,
God, pour some drops of words in my empty glass
Give me a chance to prove myself fast
I won’t disappoint you as I am a beauty of your spark 💫
Words are identity of my soul,
Pen is a medium ,through which I embellish them to the core
I feel so incapable & useless looking at this blank page
I feel like I have forced myself in this invisible cage ,as I have nothing left to paint in the outside world .
Please ,help me cope up with this dull phase
And Chase those creative words that truly resonates my personality, for which I longed for,throughout this long space….
Gauri bellad 💌