I write... I write for myself, my muse is my inner self...she is the one without a beginning and without an end...she is my soul. I am questioned why I write for my own self...I am told the nuances of writing for the masses...that i should be writing keeping in mind what my readers would like to read...but how do you make someone understand that I am writing for my muse, my self.
If it were for riches and fame, perhaps my words would be restrained and politically correct. But how do i bring my foolish heart to listen to what practicality whispers in my ears and write not what it feels but what would earn it a few pennies? a penny for your thought please....
my lips part into a smile, can i call it a sad smile, for i know that pennies are not minted for me or should i call it a sarcastic smile because I know yet i dont care what the world thinks...or maybe I am losing my mind...
any which way, the question still keeps looming inside my mind...why do i write? again, the lips part into a smile....this time, I dont try to figure out the reason behind it.
If it were for riches and fame, perhaps my words would be restrained and politically correct. But how do i bring my foolish heart to listen to what practicality whispers in my ears and write not what it feels but what would earn it a few pennies? a penny for your thought please....
my lips part into a smile, can i call it a sad smile, for i know that pennies are not minted for me or should i call it a sarcastic smile because I know yet i dont care what the world thinks...or maybe I am losing my mind...
any which way, the question still keeps looming inside my mind...why do i write? again, the lips part into a smile....this time, I dont try to figure out the reason behind it.
1 comment:
You write to bring out the YOU within. To let it live. To let it grow. It's the YOU that most do not know. It's the YOU which doesn't wear the mask of a friend, a daughter, a sister, a lover, a professional, a social being, whatever ... the myriad entities the world knows and recognises you by. It's good that you write. It is precious to you beyond what the pennies, as you said, could ever measure.
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