I become my stories

The page is my dais

the infinite stage,
my universe;

retelling in words

in prose or in verse
I come back to the leaf
for the compulsive relief.
In ecstasies, agonies
I become my stories.

I walk without steps

jump over the fence
fly without wings

with sky in my head
stars all around
clouds on the ground
I whisper without breath

I dance in a trance

I speak without letters
with minutest details
that form into words.
In hopes and in despair
the loving lines appear.

The wrongs and the rights

of the borders and the fence

with its numerous tales

I sing without notes
its tender cadence

life's moving moments

in abundance, decadence

through days and through nights

I come and I leave

willing in delight
the forever lying leaf

I touch every sense

through the gaps of silence.

With its worries and glories

I become my stories.