Seeking to write

Waking up late…This is how the day starts. It’s 7:25 am as I see the time on my mobile. Another day, another Tuesday. Yeah, another Tuesday of these 30 years. I catch the office cab at 8. Reach office. Have tea. Enjoy with team mates. Do some little non productive useless crap for my company. Nothing productive.

I want to do something for myself, my soul. Used to pen down my feelings earlier but now the time has changed. Vanished! Those writing skills have simply escaped. With time flying I am still  struggling hard  for stability and contentment. Still in search of my unique identity which I had fantasized of. Still remember the good times when I got my first poem published on net. I was thrilled to see some stranger  complimented me by saying ‘Lady with a flare’..

Half day in the office has passed. I have grabbed two cups of tea since morning. Seeking to write something....