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.