Kalam And Khayal

And the sky was dark,

With clouds white,

And my thoughts were insane,

Imagination too was wide!

The pen was kept aside,

With a notebook too staring like,

The white paper as if yellowing,

As if wanted to be stained,

Stained with the ink that love!

The bond, the trio thus share,

An affection too close yet very far,

For sometimes,

My thoughts do makes me ponder,

Well, what reality is too hard to even blabber!

But sometimes,

It does make some sense,

The world inside do reflects the one that is outside,

But if that is the case,

Alas!

What role does emotions,

Thoughts and imagination will play??

The pen thus withholds yet it writes,

The reality that is stuck deep inside,

No matter no connection sometimes any readers can make,

Still, the poetess keeps on writing in her full sway!