Write ...

writing...
just for the sake of writing
would not fetch a thing
when the hands move along
or rather type and throng
the keyboard
the  thoughts flow
and you write
with a warmth of glow

writing...
just for the heck of show
would mark you as a
shady scarecrow
standing in  a meadow
alone it is
none follows you back
neither gives a  critique

writing ...
just to pour your whole
which has purity and
sans things so foul
just truth and cognitions
 & deciphered mysteries
from the eyes of you
your  body and  soul

write to evacuate
the unease within
write to feel
unspoken zest within
write to express
things unsaid till now
write to write
no facade of  frontal vows