Like a river on its meanderings,
Not long was the time,
When, there was no end to a steady flow of ramblings,
Pen had to just touch the paper and it’d chime,
Now, all that’s left is me staring at the wall with aimless wonderings,
Perhaps it’s just a writer’s block and I’ll be back with my usual rhyme?
For now, I seek solace in my somnambulistic* wanderings,
Let this cracked phase heal, emerging as hero big time.
Somnambulist* :- sleep walker ( courtesy :- google)