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I do not like to think of what happens after I write,  For feeding the soul, is what I do;  Drenching in mortal pain, it is, in spite, . The soul gets what it desires, so true.  Feasibly, cramp my hand would, dire,  But won't my mind stop, until I write, what it desires.  And though it hurts, my heavy soul,  For whom & why I write, a puzzle I bestow.  I do not prefer to think what may happen After I write; it's a gut-wrenching fear,  As a blank life is what I see without writing;  Words in my mind, shed as tears. ~ Guni

Imagine a world where There was no one to read. No one to admire culture,  Neither any creed.  Like an empty nest Existence would rest. How would it bleed If there was no one to read.  No precious words Would ever be heard, For there would be No souls to ever whir.  Hollow our lives would become, Never any pain we would succumb. No fiction would ever breed, If there was no one to read.  To imagine it is impossible The world would be a puzzle. No imagination would we ever feed, If there was no one to read.  ~ Guni

Into the unknown, I walk for miles, So many people, so many eyes. Looking for someone, I cry. I don't even know why. With fear in my heart, Doubts in my mind, I Walk, widening my eyes. Why am I, I ask myself, Why did you, I curse myself. And through the troubles, I walk, No matter what, I do not stop. Because the moment I will, My mind would be filled, And the reason would be killed. ~ Guni

I don't feel I am a writer I happen to know because they call me so,  I don't know who a writer is; is it someone who writes,  or someone who expresses to survive? I don't know how this world  caves in on a piece of paper,  there is always so much to be left for later;  Every time someone writes their mind with ink,  it's a new world, a novel beginning.  Who is a writer, is it the one who writes on paper? I don't call myself one, too,  because bleed my heart on paper is all I do; perhaps this is what they do, mere mortals,  others call them writers and make them immortal.   ~ Guni

They held their hands, and began their journey,  made of faith, but filled with obscurity; making vows, never to let go; two different bodies, yet the same soul. Walking through, the phases of life,  locking their vision, in each others' eye; not wanting to stop, never wanting to give up,  when everything started to tear up. So far, yet so close to each other,  can never see each other suffer; going through the ups & downs; always together, the other way round. Reliving the moments they spent together, hoping for each other to smile forever;  making way through the worst of times,  knowing this would all end and everything will shine,  watching their love expand,  never letting go of each other's hands... ~ Guni Image source - Google Images

The rain fell from the heavens, appearing magically,  showing off its power with thunder; so gentle, yet so devastating,  closing the pool of sunlight, opening the oceans of thinking. Still falling, cleansing the trees, tripping from the leaves;  The gushing winds, making it feel like the stars falling, the lightning, as if the promised land is calling,  the water on the humanly land, merely crawling, memories from the past, my mind recalling.   The darkness, lighting up my mind, making it feel like heaven's sign; The droplets refreshing my soul,  wanting it to pour, for some time more, endless magic happening,  but in the end, the sky was blue again,  for it was just the rain falling... ~ Guni  (image source - Google Images)