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.