Words Poem by Shriram Iyengar

White paper with Blue ink
Black in some places, I think.
scribbled words in a straight line
A thought that is solely mine.

formless thoughts without a shape
Written neatly on a foolscap
Away from margins, within the line
The words shape up just fine.

Seamless thoughts unknowingly altered
Grammar and English diction faltered
Sentences ended eternally with a dot.
Was this what i had thought?

words,
They have an identity of their own,
You only read what is shown.
You'll never be able to read my mind,
Unless, you see the world these words hide behind.