Where have those days gone!

when i used to write for long

with a pen and a note

i used to clock hours along!

My pen used to move swiftly

and words flowed through it quickly

people used to wonder at this 

"oh! what a beautiful literary piece!"

I expressed through my words

writing came to me as flying, to birds

my emotions crawled through my prose 

without it, everything now seems morose.

Why i stopped writing?

was it coz i was fighting?

conquering my own morbid emotions?

i now long to turn back to my devotion.

Hopes will sail along once again

penning will shoe away all misery, all pain

this nip will take to running once again

and i;ll rediscover my identity plain...........