There are spider webs of words in my mind,
Have eyes still feelings are of blinds,
Its not the physical blindness 
But its more spritual kindness 

The art of writing is in heart of writing
The flow of words is something that always keeps flowing,
The pen and notebook of mine are my best friends
And your name is the one I keep dwelling 

Its also a war between me and my imagination,
sometimes I get beaten but manytimes I win,
The fire of fear of writing may burn me
but I don't let it ruin

frustration comes and makes me upset
but as I sit and start writing, I open the gate 
The gate of my life,
The gate of my imaginative knife
the gate of my war
that's what I conquer 

Flows of words are always there in my heart
because of the rivers of feelings
that flows across the veins,
Because of the mountains of emotions
That is upright there
And because of the sky of love And losing fear for her...