And You Ask Me Why I Write

AND YOU ASK ME WHY I WRITE? And you ask me, why I write? Maybe you don’t see the world, As I see it’s not a blue pearl. Maybe you don’t dream it, Like I do, defying all odds across my wit. Maybe you don’t fear the darkness, As I feel, in spite of denying emptiness. Lost in transaction can’t find myself anywhere, Sometimes when I look up, no one’s beside nowhere. Even you aren’t there, not that I expect! Considering everyone a friend; their support I respect. So I find myself taking time out among this chaotic charade, I took a paper and penned down this drowsy poetic reward. I just let loose, as I don’t pry, Don’t worry! It’s not my thing to sit and cry, You might be wondering why I’m so drowned in demise, Knee-deep in saddening waves; But at scenic view I see a sun rise. I can play a variety of role, Depending upon the fate I meet. Trying to emulate; pace of time which I ought to beat. Apart from all this, All I ask for is redemption in the end. Well life’s not that hard, Since I got some people like you, I can count upon and call a “great friend”. PRATEEK SHUKLA.