Write

Write for whom I ask
Readers, do they really care
Immensely immersed in imbued imagination
Thoughts transcending timeless travel towards
Eternity, endlessly do I create

Write for my own pleasure
Regaling hopefully all my readers
In you I find my redemption
To all of you there
Ever gratefully send my love

Write with purpose I don’t
Ready to admit my fault
Inside me always a turmoil
Thinking if readers will like
Even little of I write

Writing is not for glory
Rather inconspicuous that I am
Inflated ego I don’t have
Tremble even thinking of that
Enlightenment is all I seek

Writing is not for money
Really the pleasure is mine
In writing I find freedom
Totally selfish, yes I am
End of story, or poem


Write anything Wednesday Aug-17-2016

This Moment

Do not care any more for life
Will take it one day at a time
As it comes
One hour,
One minute,
One moment
To ponder
Live in the moment
Live for myself
If I do not live
Does it count
Living for others
Everybody has own
Selfish reasons
For living
Their lives
No silver bullets
To end this agony
Of what will happen
In future
So why care
This moment
That I live
That’s what matters