Are my days over of
writing poetry

my pen’s lame
is it

or am afraid
to commit a mistake

those night’s greetings
of pain and bliss

Just a minute ago
felt like last kiss

but now eyes
searching for rain

through the window
pane ; clueless

how things have
change and unchanged

unfolding my existence
before my eyes

what ever i’ve learned
and unlearned seems useless now

is this the end
you call ?

or it’s just
am awake , now

from reality
still clueless ;

what am i striving for
pen and paper

or the lost
poet within