The Room

In my room, I talk
it is the room for development,
where the words I can chalk,
on the empty walls.

Empty walls but, never they fall,
and stay awake uptil night,
to see the dreams that I fight.

In my dreams, I walk.
reaching to the cosmic,
while, the world looks to it as a comic.

Because, I talk.
In my room, I talk.

In my room, I shout,
looking in the mirror,
to the demon,
For my demon is taken out.

Out from my thought.
In the room, where I talk.

~Kabir Malik
28th Aug, 2015
Spontaneous post.