I walk stairs of my life.
I stand by pillars of my strife.
I sleep lying buried underneath stars.
I perform every scene.
I act cautiously hanging in between.
I sit down to introspect.
And it piles up in words I reflect.
I play my part in every single thing
As a way of living life.
But when I walk, stand, sleep and perform
Act, sit and pile up all.
It is when I read myself from every view I form.
My eyes devour everything I go through.
I write my story of “dusk to dawn”.
My story, my rhythm and my voice.
Undergo a change in the form of words.
Sings out a song that will last ever and ever.
Turns my day to day happenings into an art.
Into a voice it shouts out by heart.
A shout of survival everyone looks through.
My words keep introspecting scanning out what is true.
Puts lots of questions in my eyes.
Unable to hide myself from my shadows.
I am inquired each moment by my blows.
About right and wrong in my meadows.