On the wings of my words...
     I used to fly.
On the depth of it..
Loads of meaning lies.
                                                    Nothing­ but this...
                                               Can express the unexpressed.
                                                 That is hidden inside...
                                                   Like unwanted stain.
No-one but this is only,
That can understand...
When & why I make the distance.
Secrets that i couldn't share with all,
It coded it well..
& knows where should decode.
           Sometime i thought without these words..
      how could i live.
   if the words lost its mean...
this world seems like an empty Inn.