I\'m not a writer,
but just a scribbler
who copy down emotions-
or thoughts.
It\'s like a river of thoughts
flowing from my mind
to a piece of paper.
It could be a narrow one -
like in the drought,
or a flooded one -
like in the rainy season.
Unending possibilities,
anything could be created.
A place of utmost freedom,
I am my only master
It makes me happy,
it gifts freedom.
The space where
I find myself.