I write

And I write
As my pen listens to me
More than my tongue

And I write
As my thoughts on paper help me
To know myself a little better

I write
Just a play with words
Sometimes they make sense
Sometimes they don't

I write
With my little known vocabulary
How many books I have read
And how many are on my wishlist, is secondary

I write
To fill up my dairy
To empty my mind

Sometimes in blue
Sometimes in black
Sometimes straight
Sometimes slant

I write
In codes
In numbers
In fonts of my own

I write
Of love
Of heartbreak
Of things I have experienced
Of feelings which are still to be met

And I write
Till my hand can grip a pen
Till my brain can form proper sentence

And I write
Till my eyes have sight
Later my tongue has to run on my will
As my mind isn't a good home for my thoughts to be caged in..