Sometimes, I don’t know 

what exactly am I feeling, 

thinking or blabbering, 

I say it anyhow.

 

At times, every word of nonsense

that I utter

starts to make sense

in some manner in a matter.

 

So, if I consider so, 

I am an infant at times.

I have a lot of internal conversations

before I utter those words out.

 

At present, I cannot figure out

what am I writing.

Maybe, I am scribbling, 

trying to note my thoughts down.