No nostalgic memories make me smile;
No sad memories make me cry.
The string of thoughts have completed a mile
Still nothing good that I can describe.
My head is empty, tired with the day’s work
I should tell her a story but my brain doesn’t work.
The girl beside me is a three year old
And wants me to amuse her with a story untold.
And just now she made and wasted her frock
That was just enough to piss me off!
Though I’m holding on my anger since I sit her
I don’t think I’ll be able to do that any longer.
Sitting with a paper and a pen between my lips,
I stare at the cream walls of my room
As if searching for a creative inspiration from
The speechless, boring and empty walls.
She thinks I’m busy writing for her
A story of battles between brave kings
Here I’m scribbling the white sheet
With doodles and words of random meanings!