Again there has been a break. A break in the writing. Again i have been sucked into the monotony of life, and forgot about the real me. The one that needs to and wants to write. Day in, Day out. I wake up , go to office. Do random stuff. Work sometimes, facebook the others. And come back home. Stay online a bit, go out sometimes. Sleep. And that has become the story of my life.
From the window beside the gate
I can see Autumn walking in the sidewalk
The winter follows behind, cautiously
And i wait