I was not made the time when God had nothing to do.

I may be a mountain without a true mount.

I may be at times an egg without a yolk.

I may be a butterfly with

Invisible colours.

I may have lost faith in not only God

but in myself as well.

This does not mean that this

world and its tentacles have defeated me.

I have not said my last words.

I will start flying again

And spread my colours everywhere

and invite all happy souls to join me again.

I may be a squid without black ink.

But this does not mean I

will be trapped in the hook called failure.

I may be like drops in the desert.

Or just like a flowing river hitting

the cruel wall of life and

smashed into dead drops.

Drops cannot flow.

I shall assemble myself and fly.

I am a nightingale. With a sweet gale.

I shall assemble myself

and fly past this period of invisibility.

It’s not that I have not said my last word.

I haven’t said even my first words.