Lost the inspiration to write
There is no You to fight
Picking my sword with all the might
Losing patience as I lost my knight

Listening to songs with broken heart lyrics
Talking to people preaching like the clerics
Is it how this life will move?
There is no one with whom I can groove.

A hit is what I should wait for.
An inspiration whom I can learn from.
A delightful nouveau beginning
A feeling of happy ending

A sunlight so bright 
Clearing way for what is right.

©Kritika