Writing Is My Life

Writing is a fertile machine in my arid jungle

It is the only craft with which I can mingle

It breathes life into an otherwise dead soul

I can renounce everything except writing which is my goal

I found my lost life in writing

I always pick writing over speaking

Words that are hard to pluck from my mouth

Pours like torrents through writing which is my sheath

I embellish my garden of words with creativity

This is a place which manifests my insanity

I want to fuel my writing ink even on my deathbed

If writing gives a nod I am ready to wed

Writing coupled with solitude is a bliss

Interspersion of silence is like an intoxicating kiss

The perfect amalgamation of my mind and pen

Wants to erase all the world's pain

Blend of emotions in everything I write

Is a perfect solution to my relentless plight

Beautiful land that I created in my mind

Is built using words which are perfectly blend