Why I write?

Many-a-times, random (habit picked from Kavi) people have asked me a very fundamental question: why do you write?

Most of the times, I squirm out without giving an answer. This blog is an attempt to answer that question.

I write because I vent my feelings.

I write because when I write, I realize.

I write because there is nothing that gives me more pleasure.

I write because I express my love.

I write because I love.

I write because I get hurt.

I write because I want to be published.

I write because I think some publisher somewhere will wake up to this unknown genius.

I write because it is what makes me a man.

I write because I do nothing else better.

I write because if it wasn’t for writing, I wouldn’t have survived my poetry, my loves.

I write because I can’t sleep.

I write because women love it.

I write because seeing me write someone somewhere may begin writing.

I write because I get to meet up with new people.

I write because now my brother writes too.

I write because I reach out.

I write because some day someone will say, “Thank you!”

I write because some day someone will say, “I want to be like you!”

I write because I have to come up the hard way.

I write because I love her.

I write because I dream.

I write because I don’t know which line of mine can inspire someone somewhere to lead a life anew, afresh.

I write to leave my legacy behind. And, nothing else matters. Nothing else makes my existence worth it.