No words, no letters to write to you

Nay, you are not my reflection

Nor I am in love

My world has castles, some of brick and mortar and some of webbed minds

A brick broke the day when I met you

A ray lit , and I could peep

I could see the lavender fields

I wished to run there

I rather closed my eyes

The chains bruised my ankles as I happened to stretch more, out of the crevice that you made

I could see you writing something for a bird in flight

I leave you free, as you were free

I did not call you

I rather patch the crevice and go back to my lavender painted walls

I love to paint now, and lights offend me !