The voices within I strain to hark
An attempt to mend my hurting soul
But demons gathered in a shoal
Deafen me the way they bark
Their proclivity to keep it dark
Peace of mind my perceived goal
But hurt and pain those devils dole
In this misery there is no lark
The only gate out of my hell
The bleeding streams to try and thwart
Is what the monsters want as well
Born from blackest nooks of my heart
(My devils within glut and swell)
The child of my horror! My escape! My art!
- Himanshu
About Me
- Himanshu
- Why do I write? Maybe because I am good at it. Or maybe because I am too lazy to cultivate any other hobbies which tend to be time consuming. Maybe it's just about expressing myself, which I think I do best through the written word. Or maybe it's just to keep my mind from getting too idle, and mutating into a devil's workshop. I don't know the reasons why I write. But it's like that about some things. There are no complicated motives involved. You just do it because it makes you happy. Of course it would be great to commercialize this skill. I am no vain, romantic who indulges in art for art’s sake. I am an unadulterated capitalist at heart. So if you are a publisher please do not hesitate to contact me.
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