I am using pen,
But pen is not writing it.
I am using paper,
But paper don’t memorise.
I am using table,
But table is not foundation.
I am writing by hand,
But hand don’t have thoughts.
I am using thought,
But thought is not my source.
I am thread connected to infinity,
Expressing its vibrance though vivid exposure.
I am intersection of unknown forces and human expression,
Whatever world calls Mine, is just flowed through me.
Its not that I am special,
It just I keep it simple without filters.
Writer Pratik 