It Feels Good

It feels good thinking about you

It feels good talking to you. 

It feels good to be lost in your world

To be there with you without you. 

Sometimes my mind questions me

About that illusion which is there 

Which internally hallucinates me

Maybe dominates me 

Without me knowing it. 

Well the possession of that thought

Is not scary for me

Neither something which I hate

So I let me be in control of that

Let me be in its custody

Along with my own mindcuff. 

To be frank I like the captivity 

It is freedom with extra effect.