Beating the blues.

Neither a poem nor a prose
Pen on this paper froze
Stuck in a maze of words
Helpless like wingless birds

The problem of plenty
Many beyond twenty
Where I struggle to choose
To overcome the blues

The emotions lay dry
How much ever I try
With the pen just stuck
As I lay dumb struck

Carving a way out
With lots of doubt
I paint the paper
Thoughts fixed on her

Body and mind are lazy
You’ll have to struggle like crazy
Upon reaching the end of a mile
You’ll definitely break into a smile