The Reason To Be A Writer

Why do I write?

I write to evanesce into the free winds of my thoughts,

I write to feel the dribbles of my words,

I write so that I go on adventures to just know

Where each part of my heart belongs;

The universe plays it's role dramatically,

Every homosapien plays it's role perfectly,

I took down my pen to inscribe the verses and metaphors

I felt while looking into the face of these travellers.

My heart was heavy with untold emotions and feelings,

The magma of my thoughts couldn't resist from exploding;

Out of the blue there came a sound blocker,

That made me a perfect 'Soliloquist'

A Streak of Luck crossed my ocean of Jeopardy

Blessed me with a paper that could store all my rants and mourns,

Thus making me a Writer!

Inscriptions written on the sands of the Hebrides,

Were meant to get erased before reaching it's Amoureux;

It was the gift of the Gab to receive

The fluid of Ink,

That made those words Indelible.

They say silence is Golden,

So I chose to write instead of speaking.

They said Actions speak louder than words,

But what they forgot was

That Actions would be remembered for pro tempore,

While words are meant to last forever!

You may Act well,

But the biased humans would draw a sketch

Based on their observations;

You may speak loud,

But there are mellifluous background noises

That would change the harmony of your tunes;

Oh my Heroes without capes!

Write your heart out,

As words can never be expunged;

I write to bring the hidden actors aka 'Poets'

In limelight;

Actors dramatize their other side,

While Writers craft their darker side;

I had to Juice out my thoughts into metaphors

As human beings love sarcasm;

Oh coffin! You have successfully reduced my body into ashes,

Yet the City of my Poems will never be the 'Pompei',

The lines of my vagabond will

Keep my legacy alive!

At last!

I write so that the

Bibliomane in me would proudly fantasize with her own books,

And that all of us have a Secret Superstar inside,

Who wants to be found;

As every beginning needs an ending,

Drawing a poetic sketch to close every chapter

Is a necessity.

The Writer in Me is the only souvenir,

I would carry till my sepulchre !

Look into my writings

You will see what I see in you!

-©️Lavanya

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