Writing a text

Looking at my own written text, going over it again and again, have done so many emendation,
Sometimes I found thoughts are missing, and later I realized there is need to add more clarification,

But what kind of clarification, do I have the answer, and what I need more,
Poker face, empty lanes, signing in and out to find something new, and undecided about the things which I have to ignore,

I asked questions, what I want to write, where is the subject and for whom I am writing,
Delete tab of my keyboard got confused; have used it many times just to frame a single line,
Other one’s are dancing and happy to get their chance, but who will remain till the last, each of them are fighting,

Even I don’t know, I am holding few of them in my hands and few of them with my thoughts,
But my uncontrollable fingers, invoking me to take a step which I have never brought,

Then why I am writing, playing with these words or with my own dimensions,
Looking for you, not sure may be looking for us, but where in my text or around,
You said that you are there, but I have never seen you, you lied to me in our chatting sessions,

May be I have missed out us, my text is waiting and simply mine,
You have some ideas, which help us to move ahead, our own unspoken words are ready to formulate a new story,
Me and my text along with you, both seem happy and fine.

It’s time to call you

This time no more poetry from my side, it’s time to call you,
No words, no more thoughts of mine to support us,
Just write to me whenever you feel and will complete your incompleteness, really I do,

This time I will not bind you in the words, I will let you free to go away,
Go and live your dreams, and later if you want to live the rest of your dreams with me,
Come back, I am here always and will wait for that day,

This time I will not suggest anything, you need to make your own decision,
Whether it's me or not, but I will be there for you, with new perception and precision,

This time I will not hold the time, want you to find ourselves in the time stream,
And I will promise you, I will never let you down,
You can see me even in the corners of your empty dream,

This time I will not follow you, will make my own footprints, simply mine,
But you are allowed to follow them, without any compulsion,
If you think you owe something to me, and then there is no reason to define,

This time I will unlock all your questions, and allow you to lock them again,
It’s up to you only, whether you lock or unlock, but I will always be there to grab your all pain,

This time I will not say anything because now I don't have any fear,
I will wait for you  in dreams, stories, shadows, everywhere,
I believe in feelings, it does not matter if it exist or not, in reality, my dear.

Sometimes we presume ourselves as an overcrowded page, and sometimes as a blank sheet,
If we delete some previous lines or fill with colours,
Even though will never reach an end which we want to meet,

But the question is why? Everything is only defined by us,
Then why we are not able to figure out our own fear,
Why we are muddling our thoughts, and for what we are waiting,
We can change it at any time, then why we are keeping them in the same way, why there is no end my dear.