She open talks about her world 
No matter what's the response come in return 
But she loves to be with her own world. 
Why should she write to impress that world 
Where she finds it difficult to get connected ?
Getting a home of sharing
And returning with a baggage of unexpressed colours and colours 
Only she knows the journey 
And she can share the story.
Some stories never end
They are born to be recreated
Where you are the writer 
And your soul is the only supporter.