Empty,uninspired
Like a dry wasteland
Is the core of my soul
Unmotivated and passion less
Like an unskilled orchestra
Are the twigs in my mind
Caught in the centre of my crossroad
With no guide,no idea and no direction
Shattered is my perspective
Clouded is my perception
With dreams hinged on broken strings
Impaired vision is what remains!
Expressionless, unmotivated
With no sentiments,no accolades
A deep silence within
Searching for solace,searching for harbour
Not anymore passionate
Not anymore driven
A cold quest leading nowhere...