Why Do I Write?

I've been asked this question in two forms; people who have liked my work and those who have cringed at it.

Yes, I'm guilty of basing most of my writings on sad, moody or depressing themes. I know. It sucks. But I do try motivational poems once in a while.

I write to help people. I try to help by reassuring them that this is not the end of the world and that there is still hope.

Helping one soul find motivation through their daily struggle can be reassuring.

Don't worry, this post isn't all me bragging about myself.

Let me tell you, that writing is like breathing. Sometimes i suffocate, sometimes i sing. Its art. Its overthinking. Its chaos and at times, it sure is sweet.

You get these whispers in your head, breathing into your ear. "Listen to me!" It says. "Let me tell you a story. Look at that old man, look at that tree! Look at that sunday sunshine shimmering through the leaves."

This voice, this weird voice that speaks with an unknown sound flows through the mind like a river, saturating, immersing, clouding it. "Look inside! Look inside of you!" It says. "Something is bothering you!

My hands start moving; my fingers picking pace painting each letter of the word, tracing its texture and colour through the white.

Now I start to wonder, as I heave a breath of sastisfaction, where is this coming from? What is this oozing out of my head?

I write to express.

Then again, there are times where I like to experiment with new stuff. I have tried to write a thriller and also science fiction.

Romance for instance, is one of my favourite genres to write. To create chemistry between two distinct beings or within oneself can be sweet in its own way.

A pro tip while we're at it; how not to write cheesy lines: sentences such as, "Oh how beautiful she looked in that gown! She has such pretty eyes", may throw your readers off as soon as they start reading the first sentence. Instead, something like, "As she spilt wine onto her satin blue gown, her storm-grey eyes darted below", may keep your reader hooked. 

I would like to try the fantasy and crime genres soon.

I write to experiment. 


I started writing a long time ago. I like to draw and paint, but there was something about writing that really got my attention.

I wrote random stories about random things; most of which I do not understand.

I wrote stuff about magical flying birds and travelling the world in 80 hours. I wrote my own version of James Bond. But for the love of God, I will not be publishing any of these in this blog! 

I write because it is an escape from reality.

I was ridiculed and mocked for writing these stories. I mean why wouldn't I be? But before we start judging, let me tell you that it was probably in my 6th or 8th grade. Yes, the cringing was at a high during those days.

I was mocked for my language and for my logic. "Why do you write?" People asked.
"You don't even know proper English!" They said.
"You call this poetry!?!" They added.

But writing was something that I cherished. It was something that was mine. Something that I felt as a part of me. Mine.

And hence, I wrote to not give up on my passion.

I wrote more. And more. And more.

I write because writing is my passion. I shall keep writing and keep growing through my faults and shortcomings.

And thus, I write.