Writer's block

I type, "What do you..."

and then I long press the backspace key.

I stare at the blank screen 

and my fingers ache nervously to hit the keyboard.

Hi says the Writer's Block.

A long pause,

A brief sip of tea,

An empty stare at the wall and 

then a long pause again.

It seems that my stare at the wall

will penetrate it somehow,

like a hammer rocking it and

the cement mixtures falling helplessly.

It tries to remain hung to the wall,

like a hopeless lover who cannot 

accept the betrayal or denial of his love.

But it should fall for

'It doesn't happen that way, right?'

What's up asks the Writer's Block.

I lift a book up and then sniff it.

It has got a heavenly smell, 

I can eat it. Or Should I make love to it?

Let's add title first and then I'll write-

why not use title as the muse-

but what should be the title?

What it should say and what it should hide?

I'm yet to decide.

Hope you're doing good wishes the Writer's Block.