Suddenly there is a vacuum
There is nothing to write.
Sometimes it is so easy,
So many thoughts,
Thoughts just flowing,
And the pen also flowing.
Suddenly it stops.

There is an emptiness within.
Then one stops and wonders,
From where was all that coming,
From where was all that creativity flowing,
From where, from where,
The answer is 'no where',
From wherever this question is coming,
That's from where it was coming.

Life is such a paradox,
If you go deep into it,
Everything is up side down.
Everything which seems right,
Is actually wrong.
Everything which seems good ,
Is actually bad.

What seems moral,
Is actually immoral.
What seems legal,
Is actually illegal.
This is the paradox of life,
This is the beauty of life.