vOiCe tO texT

It was never all the way it is,

It was not clever to weight bay like this-

Curtains are removed and windows are kept open:

Burden is moved and moved to box which is chosen

Everyday nothing new comes to share

Every sunset has nothing which can be termed as rare

But now whatever thing is actually

I like to convert it into text and voice it you

I like to reset the sketch and show it to you

Voice calls or texts are just not only important

Because I have seen creatures surviving

Even without having their head a shed of tent

I always talk with you

Though you there or not

I always describe scene to you

Whether you say or not

In a short span of time 

I am feeling comfortable to club the things

I am feeling that now

I also have some one to

Whom I can turn whenever I burn my wings

Life for me is all about small moments

which makes me smile,cry;happy,

In every emotions there is purity of fire

Now I also have some one to whom

I can voice all this and text without wire

I always  thought we should  never  show what we want

But now its like

I am not able to handle

This particular client

'Is', 'Was' to 'Will',can play a role here

But I do not want to give it way here

You have many people around you  and for you

I am even aware that,I cannot ever be part of that crowd

But still knowing that I am at doorstep which is closed

I am waiting there without even ringing bell

While dragging pen ahead on this

I am not able to lead this quiz

I always wonder why I write?

I always ponder on what I write?

Now I answer to this

Now I have answer to flip

I have only one subject to write

I have have only one predicate to be bright

You will be surprised to know that its you

You will be searching a hammer to hit me

On knowing that its no one else from the crew