Trespasser

Standing on the edge of your words

I feel like an intruder

I do know your collection of words

Is in public domain

You want it to be read

And read I do avidly, as per plan

But

There are times, when I feel

I am an accidental eavesdropper

Or a voyeur, whose guilty pleasure is

Glimpsing into your life

And yet

I feel one with your pain as well as joy

For I am also a purveyor of my dreams.