Why I Write?

I write to bleed words Mighter than the mighty swords Those passion filled papers carved out Nothing gonna change them though you shout. My passion measures my mental sickness Little I know myself being God blessed My veins run thus make my pen goes flowing Words after words are thus coming and going. No matter my breath stops and I deny living But, my pieces of masterpiece will be with human beings My nature and past gesture is looking over me When I make words saltier than the sea. I crave for a piece of written ink by my hand and my name will be forever, though on sand My nerve is shouting and yelling your name, Just far far away, from the worldly name and fame.