Words last forever.
Life after death.
Strangers connect.
Inspire and learn.
Happiness in comments.
Love of limelight.
To have an opinion
and a place of mine.
Long periods of silence.
Sudden spurts of energy.
Unknown readers.
Known critics.
Blank mind.
Depth of emotion.
The secrecy of pen names.
No faces.
Why do I write?
I write for me
and you.
Sometimes I don't
and I don't know why.
4 comments:
You keep taking your poetry to the next level everytime.
I never knew how life after death will look like, but you just made the point clear.
A cool poem!
Thanks again and again Bala!!
keep on writing... be a master of arts with words...
Thanks a lot, SK. Please keep coming.
And I would like to read your blog too. Please provide permissions to vencat@gmail.com
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