Why Do I write?

Because paper has more stoicism

Than people.

It hears my words  

Without any quarrel.

It assists me to elucidate

The moments and understand the circumstances.

Writing is the fittest way 

To reveal my emotions.

Pen and paper 

Are my boon companions.

When I have no one to communicate

I open my heart in front of them.

Other than them

No one can catch the sound of my suffering.

Everyone can spot my happiness

But no one can identify the wounds on my heart.