i do not write
i imagine on paper
i do not think
my mind relates tales
i do not dream
my existence is maya
i do not share
i speak to myself
you happen to overhear
i do not write
you do not read
you see…
you see only what you want to see
i do not write
i only pray
i only pray to soothe like balm
an antidote to reality’s bite
i am not a writer
i do not write…
***
maya – illusion
About this poem:
I came across an email about Self-Doubt as a Writer and this poem was my spontaneous response….it took about 5 minutes, and those 5 minutes made me feel like I was floating.
SONYA KASSAM 
Magical 5 minutes. Expansive, uninterrupted, fluid
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Thanks so much Arati :)
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So simple and so profound
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Your feedback is much appreciated
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from a fellow writer.
spoken from the heart.
very beautiful, Sonya
keep writing
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Means a lot, thank you.
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So beautiful.EID MUBARAK.
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Thanks you, thank you Yagnesh ji.
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Hope you had a great day. Stay Blessed.
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I do not write. I imagine on paper. I like that. Nice
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Glad to hear that, thanks.
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Dear Sonya,
Thank you for this poem. The I and the i are funny things. i think we attribute so much to the latter, when perhaps the former is the doer of it all.
All good wishes,
robert
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Interesting thought, Robert. Thank you.
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My favorite line is “I see, what I want to see.” Don’t we all? :)
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Indeed it is true, thanks Ranu.
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That is real poetry.. spontaneous…easy… effortless
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Very pleased to have your comment.
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They made me feel like I was floating too…
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as light as a leaf 🍃
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