Its a poet who is converting his thinking into sweat words.

I also tried. but I am very weak yet.

Its only tools I have, else how would you understand me?

My thought hovering on top of me, waiting to come down and sleep on piece of paper.

But they ask me to be perfect, I found they are little tense.

They are afraid because they know me very well.

Finally words are laying on piece of paper.

But piece of paper is no more in my realm.

Now someone else is holding it. There are unknown eyes looking at my words.

My words started praying to God-plz save me, make those new eye understand me rightly.

My words are more worried about me, since they owe me.

all of sudden my words started re forming into thoughts, 

I asked them, do u know me?

they r little bemused.

And I realised they are no more my thoughts.

again I missed; i could not say what i wanted to.