You may wipe off my words within your reach.
My ink may go beneath the paint white.
I would still come up with freedom of speech,
To reach the dawn of my dream, I write.
When thoughts assemble and stir my mind,
They surge and flow in words of stream,
Paving the way for my glint of joy,
It may even be gloom of pain.
Shades of nightmare
Or shine of my dream....
When brings within restive tides,
For sailing to a silent shore
My heart always makes me write.
Words are my bridge to reach you
Words are my wings to fly
Words are my colors of rainbow
To tear the darkened sky.
Words are my mild morning breeze
Opens window to bring in the day bright;
I breathe through my words
Till I live, I would write.