My Words

Words might not say things
what my eyes could bring

They move like feather
break, after being put together

Where does it go ?
To whom it’s going to show ?

It goes to heaven, is this true ?
My words, Do they reach you?



Breeze carrying dreams

Was it real?

Jumped to catch

some in my hands

Felt few droplets

of fog on my face

When i opened my fist,

breeze caught up

and took away my dream