I write out of joy.
Who cares for name and fame?
Who cares for publishing?
What reward do I want?
Nothing.
Writing itself is a reward,
Writing itself is a joy,
The process of writing made me what I want to be
Or what I want to feel…
I want nothing else.
I love words, I love sentences,
I love every writing piece,
I love writing.
That is why writing is a joy for me.
I am glad that amidst us you are back, We anxiously awaited your comeback, Tears kept flowing out of our tear sacs, As we waited…
I could not see you when I opened my eyes, As the immense pain made you without senses lie, But my baby cries Made you…
The anxiety and depression, Are all repurcussions, Of a part not so well played, Of decisions delayed, Of trusts misplaced, Of not being able to…
Why am I scared Of not being cared For,of being unheard, In this world with claws and teeth bared. Why am I so afraid Of…
I soaked in the silky smooth light, Everything around,beautiful and bright, People moving around freely, Everyone looked so blissfully Happy and serene, Everybody so lovable…
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