Writing room

I don’t have precisely an author’s creative space yet, Yet, I crafted a little space for me To pen down all my emotions in my notepad, The experiences, the dreams, the imaginations. I jot them down before they vanish into thin air. My script room is like a reverie to me. Not only do I write, I appreciate reading other literary peers. I deeply immerse myself in the enclosure, Unaware of the constant phone calls or a disturbing knock on the door. I experience that I am in a bewitched haven, Viewing the magnificent alphabets humming and shimmying in the atmosphere, Offering me a vibe like twinkling stars of the blue ether.