Lost Words

I wake up every morning trying to figure out just onething! Will I write today? By the time I get to a stage where I can find an answer, I get lost amidst other things. and so does my thought of writing. Shelved, untill I wake up again.

I know. This is not how it works. This is not how it should work. To be honest, my words have gone dormant. sleeping, waiting to be inspired and woken up. But at least I am doing something I promised myself I will. I am writing again. Words are coming out. May be not the way they used to. Nonetheless, visible. To me and to everyone else.

I also know. They are not lost or gone. They are somewhere. Hidden, waiting to be pushed out by me. Desire to write is never manufactured. I have always believed in writing when I feel like. If it does not come, it should not be forced. I am starting to feel it again.

May be, a time for revival. A time like those days. When I could scribble seamlessly. Words are a good friend. They talk to you and you talk back. Good friends never leave. Till they come back, let me figure out the answer.