writing is like soothing myself
like weaving my story to and fro
i take it out of my inner shelf
taste it and slowly trace my emotion
moving and again to go
when i think of you
i talk in my mind and it goes on
like weaving fluently to and fro
for some while like talking to you
... not knowing what you'd say for no sure
some people say all we can see is our illusion
that we make in our mind
if so i would make my illusion real...
