Table on the corner..
I have a table placed on the corner..
the place where eyes are not meant to go..
Where things were not put but thrown...
Some old books and pages with mess
Some broken pieces and some dust on top
Neither move nor notice in many glance..
But when the darkness cover the room
That table bright in their own..
Then it became the place to write
Place to play with thoughts
And a secret place where i hide..