I start somewhere. The words don’t always flow. But I start somewhere.
It’s been long I have sat down and put some words on the paper. But I start somewhere.
The mind is stuck, the head is stuck. All I have, is thoughts.
I write something, but get stuck immediately. But I start somewhere.
The moment I think, I lose the inspiration. Sometimes, I want to let the words flow. But they are hard to come by.
Why does this happen? The curious mind it is.
May be I got stuck. May be I faltered along the way. But I start somewhere.
There is some heart break. There is some tinge of sadness. It lingers for days.
I wish I can say everything, but I get stuck.
The mind is occupied. The road is busy. Words don’t flow. But I start somewhere.
I ponder about the life over a drink. We talk. Life has its shades. From green to grey.
I stutter. I stay silent. Her presence around brings the hope back.
Life is full of joy. The joy that blossoms like flowers. But I start somewhere.
I took the road that wasn’t meant to be. But I kept going. However wrong it was.
I made my own mistakes. But I learned the things hard way.
The same things are broken. Hearts are heeled. Eyes full of mist.
But I start somewhere.