As I stumble,slip and slow down in pace
I refuse to drown,effortlessly embrace
I can sense this unhealthy risky race
For the day will come again
When my efforts won’t wither away in vain
For now,I find comfort in devouring Twain
Let the words sink again,find a new alley
Life is in wonderful waves, with peaks and valleys
Shall flow again in rhythm and rhyme
Taking a break ain’t a cruel crime
I sit in quiet,contemplate,sipping a glass of lime
As I rejuvenate,recover and reveal
I touch upon this newly found zeal
First mildly,then wildly,immersed in ocean of words
I gently watch those cute colorful birds
I humbly receive,revive and recite my tunes
I wake up,whisper and wish for
Million magnificent moons
I flow with fervour,with a zest for life
For the day has arrived,I dive into those magical words again