They often ask me;
Why I write?
Do I want to become a writer?
Or a poet?
For do only writers write?
I have no alibi for why I write;
For writing eases pain;
I write to express;
I write with an honest heart;
I write to communicate;
I write to reach;
Where I physically can’t;
Devoid of any expectation;
To shed my in-habitation;
I write when perturbed;
I write when exasperated;
A camouflaged poet within me;
I wrote to retaliate;
We all have moments in our life;
Some good; some bad;
Some happy; some sad;
Ah inexplicable commemoration;
I write to heal;
I write to feel;
Writing is the best companion I got;
I discovered him; I met him;
It never leaves me;
It never will’;
Accompanying me till my last breadth;
I will never leave him;
How may I?
It was born within me;
It will die with me;
Like, we made for each other;
We will always be together;
why i write?
