I write only half
I write only half
With the surrealistic scenes in my mind,
I see people only with half-opened eyes,
In a random conversation,
I broke into it to express my views,
In a random place,
My eyes do checks for a picture,
I catch words,
While waiting at the bus stop,
I record the emotions,
In the traffic jams,
On the whole,
To be clear,
I write only half,
The joy and the pain,
The fireflies and the darkness,
I try to put it out there,
Like a hoarding in the busiest place of the city,
It is the reader's imagination,
Which clears my delusion,
By exchanging my feelings,
And writes heartwarming tales as co-author.