...

I have lost the
touch which I had,

now there is no magic
in my hands,

what I write is meaningless,

I apply force on the words
to come out,

the natural questions
of curiosity have died,

now I behave like
a programmed computer,

I have lost friends,

I have lost time,

Time which was with me,

Those nights of affection
are no more,

and no more questions,

Why do I have made myself
believe in the cruel realities,

one day my creativity will
die a premature death,

the symptoms
 of the disease are showing up,

One day the
result will  come ,
and the messenger of God too,
to take me with him,

to liberate me from
the silly questions of life...