My Lost Words!

Years in the parts of months have passed,

Since I fell in love with writing and scribbling,

The papers remained inkless and pen, ink-full,

Those eyes that once looked for words

Now have filled solely with thirst, in search,

The depth of the thoughts that carved poetry out of anything beautiful it felt

Have now just a messed up traffic within,

The moisture of feelings have dried,

The stories of my nights have cried,

Oh, my endless treasure of art-filled words!

Why have you come to an end? It seems,

How shall I find the way to my dreams? 

The fragrance of my roses have flown away,

Sadly, I miss its fresh smell, my garden's closed,

Those words that once sung a song of emotions

Now remains silent, hidden somewhere in dark,

Finding hard to come out and shout aloud,

"Hey, I'm still alive!" And not dead as it feels,

Tell me my heart, "Have I lost them? Or...

Have they lost me?"