Words I write, sentiments in print.
Statements of my heart, daydreams on a sheet!
The world outside is an impersonal act,
The abode I built on a magic carpet takes me to heights,
Of soaring kites, to gaze at star lights.
For my musings I have never enough hours,
And for peering at heavens from dream house
Where I own the terrace!
Like a hog in slushy mud, cat in a box of cardboard,
An ecstasy with no bounds I play the game of words!
Finding words that paint my thoughts,
Is like searching for gems on a shore.
It is a pleasant task, all I ask is for it never to expire!