I write Thou

Lost in your thoughts, I write words,

Words for your eyes, ears, lips and nose,

At times they make sense, almost surreal,

Non-sense at times, like nothing is real.

Yeah, lost in your thoughts I write words,

Your eyes as sun, lips as roses,

Senseless words senseless praises,

Calling quake to your trembling poses.

A word a day, sometime countless in number,

When wide awake, at times deep in slumber,

Words in hope, then in despair,

Sometimes to the God, words making a prayer.

Lost in your thoughts, I write words,

Senseless words in meaningful poses,

Words, merely not words, but are my feelings,

In some strange order, they do the dealings.

Your hair as cloud, your smile as stars,

Words weaved in poem, describe your avtar,

You are my words, and you are my poem,

Your every moves, are what I coin.

Lost in your thoughts, I write thou,

On the paper, words describe you,

And, each of my drawing, is a tribute,

To your presence, it plays as a flute.

Yeah, lost in your thoughts I write words,

Your eyes as sun, lips as roses,

At times they make sense, almost surreal,

Non-sense at times, like nothing is real.

(c)Amit Agarwalla