Unseen room!

Going through some old poems,

I thought ..

Was it me? Or was it you inside me, pouring the words out ..

Or may be I was too full of you, so that I had no space

for the words to stay inside me..

What is it ? I wonder ..

Its like there is moonlight filling my room,

sometimes through the half open window,

sometimes through the chimney,

else through the door ajar..

Will my room be FULL of this light.. 

Will I ever be able to see all the contents of this room?

Well, Why do I have to?

WHO has to?

WHO??