False Ink

I write,

Because I’m addicted to.

Sometimes poetry,

Sometimes stories,

Or sometimes, just some random

Articles to help you figure out

Rights and wrongs of life.

I fill up my pen with Ink,

I don’t talk much,

I let my Ink do the talking.

I fill up the paper with this Ink.

I write,

Because I’m addicted to.

What do you think,

Why do I write?

Because I go through

All this in my life?

No, you are mistaken.

I write,

Just to entertain myself.

I live a life full of

Imaginations.

I write,

Because I’m addicted to.

This Ink that I’m

Pouring into my pen,

Don’t try to find traces

of truth in there.

I have invented a false Ink.

The Ink which takes me away,

From all the bitter truths

Of this cruel world.

I write false stories,

I write with a False Ink.

I write,

Because,

I’m addicted to.

You won’t stop reading,

If I write with false Ink,

Will you?