Why I write!

I stand confused, in the world that surround

I stand confused  with the phrases they say 

The people around that hold spellbound

The people around with the hearts all grey

I write and write with all my might

With the heart as pure and the soul as naive 

I search for things that hurt me so

I search for dreams I always crave

So I bolt my thoughts and settle down

With a pen robust and paper in white

The things I see, the things I feel 

To decode them is why I write!

-Aayush