Trying to find the missing piece

Everyday i switch on my PC thinking that today i will start a new chapter or complete the previous chapter of my novel. But soon i think that I'm missing something here and there,  and i stop typing. This dream of mine is taking so long to complete that sometimes doubting my self  is the only choice i have.

I question that was it really my dream or I'm not ready for this?

I tried to find it,
The only lost piece
Is it in my mind?
or i left it far behind.



Maybe i need some voice of reassurance that I'll do OK, no matter what the results turn out to be. Or maybe My dream is just like some other dream. Lots of may and maybe are turning  to disappointment. Now i only pray that I'll be able to find my lost piece of inspiration.

It's Just That

I was walking at same pace

Reluctantly getting a look on her face
Whenever i gazed she blushed and amazed
With her eyes she asked ‘what?’
‘Can’t keep my eyes off you, its just that’
She flushed with her cheeks full red
‘Girl, i swear without you
I would’ve been so dead’
She put her finger on my lips
‘Before you death will take my blood shot sips’
And a round ball slipped from her eyes
I kissed and bid it goodbyes
I could now see her face so puny
The redness had changed to purplish agony
Am i so much important to her
This thought made me totally blur
‘I said please don’t’
she said ‘OK i won’t’
‘But promise me for eternity
You’ll be there with me beyond the sanity’
Then i looked again at her face
And gave her i-love-you-forever gaze
She blushed and asked ‘what?’
‘You’re beautiful, its just that’