Even though the author writes many poems and stories
Whether he can love in reality
Created many a character in my poems
Unable to tell the truth to the real
When I framed the sentence in my mind about what to tell her
It lacerates as how many times I only have mentioned in my stories
What made me slave to your thoughts -
     Or whether I am bringing up the thoughts without my knowledge
Became restless as thoughts hogged my mind
Whether even the anger was because of my hopeless expectations
This prison - because I am not able to disclose to you
Murmuring alone
Moon looked palely at me
Even the breeze stood still
Darkness hid me
I crumbled within - in your thoughts
Even though I laugh, the agony reminded me "not to forget"
A great thinker - changed because of a beauty
Only poems are exchanged whenever we meet
But for no reason, the heart is hiding the truth
Consoled by cries, decided at the drop of a tear -
It is a life imprisonment - without freedom -
Prioner of thoughts