After the break!!!

After a long break,

my pen is back.

Want to write,

with no ideas or spirit.

Just scribbling,

in vain.

Making no progress,

nothing seems sane.

I wonder why I am so?

Sometimes dead as shelled bark,

sometimes a powerful emo.

For some emotions, I lurk,

WTF why am I such a jerk?

Who the hell looks for emotions,

ok, actors do, and so do writers.

But, they all fake their emotional rations,

How come I am the one,

who can't create them on spur??

I guess I get it,

I am good for nothing.

Let's forget it,

and whoa.. this realization is somthing!!!

If i think that way,

I can keep my head to stay,

I won't fly beyond the horizon,

and, people's praises won't put me on Zion.

Killing the time, I sit here,

Killed enough!!! - the clock sneers.

Packing the stuff, to cook my meal,

being home-alone, thats another ordeal.