Suddenly there is a vacuum

There is nothing to write

 

Sometimes it is so easy

So many thoughts

Thoughts just flowing

And the pen also flowing

 

Suddenly it stops

There is an emptiness within

 

Then one stops and wonders

From where was all that coming

From where was all that creativity flowing

From where, from where

 

The answer is‘ no where’

From wherever this question is coming

That’s from where it was coming

 

Life is such a paradox

 

If you go deep into it

Everything is up side down

 

Everything which seems right

Is actually wrong