One Way Journey

Keep writing till your mind in you is freed Told a friend of mine in a manner no one tells Since then i am writing and writing and writing Without looking left or right As if it is a one way journey through middle path And my return no one knows, so no one is talking And i am breaking and in the way of breaking i have broken my neck Developed pain yet I keep going because I am adamant poet And going without looking at the giant thesaurus The beast of jungle of words I do not make plan, do not design Counting is not in my habit so meter and foot remained uncared And rhyming? That is a play of child I am grown up; I play with words and ideas The thing i care I think we all should know is the flow of thought And its cascade spontaneity Or its spontaneous falling like that of a fountain But how long have I gone towards freedom how much close to it I am? I am too close to reach it so I keep going.......