Is just a GAME?

 "Love the way I play"

The moment I sit on my chair, hold my pen,

my words play new game,

oblige to lie on the paper; always ask me

for a proper shape,

I start thinking, from where to start? What to answer?

Give them a real face or just continue this game,

Perhaps, I think they are the one, who never make me feel frail,

passionately curious about the moment, when I win the game,

laughing on write-up, my writing pad show the mirror to my word,

there it say, may be its emotion but now it’s a true face.

The moment I chew my pen’s cap,

I get to know about my flow,

many thoughts arises, which one I should take,

every notion possess its disparate identity ,

It takes me in the world of imagination,

Where everything seem real and alive,

with a soul and breath,

it ask me for a frame.

The moment my finger touch the record,

I remove my spectacles, mash my eyes,

There I see my glimpse of unpredicted phenomenon,

Continue with the game, here I go for new phase,

Sometime I fail to discover my write-up,

I won’t exactly analyse the situation or the picture I frame,

But I find myself close to it, talking with emotion again,

I recapitulate the vision, passes in mind time to time,

There it sends a message to heart, link-up with the past,

I laugh...I weep... I rejoice… I assume…

Every moment, I play this game,

And there I own everything which I never feel in real…