“All those thoughts I binge and want solace from them”.

“But I will try to sing my heart out, so sometimes I can drop rainbows from my ink”.

I will keep writing until my fingers merge with the pen,
I won't convince you my writings are flawless or something interesting,
Yes, they are sometimes!!!
Even when I will stop writing,
my eyes will cry the words,
I will see the words dancing around me,
not because I will be having Dyslexia symptoms,
but yes I will suffer without writing, without words,
And nobody can fix these bugs of mine,
Writing takes me to Utopias,
writing is the escape from the nuisances,
I will write some humdrum of my daily life,
i will write about my hibernation and self-sabotage,
i will write sluggish phase of mine,
You could get bored of them at times,
you can simply ignore whenever you feel the same,
but I will try to sing my heart out,
so sometimes I can drop rainbows from my ink,
some topics huddling deep down in my heart,
some books that are tenterhooks for my boredom,
All those thoughts I binge and want solace from them,
someday when I will falter or halt writing,
please remind me how gleeful writing is to me,
They are like my chortle for tea, chocolates, and nature,
They are my mercenary and sumptuous.
If there is something that will malign me,
then obviously it will be me, void of writing.