EMPTY

i like a clean slate, there's so much i can do
i can write a book or a shayri would do
i can paint your face and adore it forever
i would do so much, only if i was so clever.

the pen, my fingers, the keyboard doesn't inspire
Da Vinci in me or the song i admire
it's the hope that i can write
to my wish, to my will, to my might.

i like the night, i can fill it with words
i like the silence and dawn afterwards 
for the secret lies in the longing
of love of life & belonging.

the words are mere reflection
the  picture's better than the caption
the feelings are fuel to fire
to cook the satisfaction that i desire!