What Do You Write

By Hardik Jain

"What do you write," they'd asked.

I replied.

I write about the people now,

The ones I know and the ones I don't.

I brandish some parchment and mark the homes that I broke.

That time l was abandoned

I guess I didn't know,

I guess it never mattered how much you cared

Nor how much you showed.

I write about my feelings now,

It's turned into a crutch.

The way I show myself up.

When I let them in for an assessment and they judge me as one.

I Stoke many images,

I brandish my weapon,

I sow the seeds of love that I know I'll never tether.

I write about the people,

They might not even know.

They may not even desire,

I stopped seeking permissions,

nor forgiveness, not required.

I seem to make conscientious decisions:

Today be it by will or confession.

I admit I am neither.

When the time comes,

When they ask you what I have written,

Tell them...

Tell them it is not for the curious minds,

that it is forbidden.

Tell them that it is dangerous,

Hell !!, Tell them that it is for "children"...

By Hardik Jain