Empty Cup

Sometimes I feel so irritated. In my mind, I wish to write on and on, but here I stand with an empty cup – that needs to be filled with an Idea.

I feel to write about a lot of things, my day yesterday, the dream I saw past night, the wonderful dinner I had yesterday evening at a barbeque restaurant.

But, the matter of fact is each of this events is so devoid of colors that is not enough to make a painting. But still these words hang around me to be played with.

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3 thoughts on “Empty Cup

    1. Shibu Post author

      Yes friend, to focus on a topic and write on and on is a gift that I believe, we both are yet to get. But I have faith on both of us.

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