I am a Reader and Writer.

"A Need of Life"

As a need that evolves around its master
Greedy as ever—monstrous.
Mine is of a quest in true prose resides
A quest of thoughts—for thoughts.
With the self in eternity that I
                         will commit intellectual suicide.

In its parts an obsession grows
                        from a bloody situation.
Yet to free breaths I take,
And to crucial footsteps I follow—unheard.
For the reader, who reads in the dark,
To nothing shall understand, beholds
Nothing that is there and nothing that he is.

— feeling glad.