To create

This deep felt thirst
This uncalled craving
To create
Create a new fondling.
In words, visuals, even colors
To fill life in the creation
With my genes smeared.
Or may be the heart
wants to feel
The post creation satisfaction
To see that baby
Vulnerable and alive
A social subtraction.
Won't I have expectations then?
Of a mother wanting her child
To be the best of them?
Like always
I see no comparison
No race
No me and them.
Why not adopt
Others' creation?
That's illegal
That is not the same stem.
So off I create
A new beauty
A novel jam.
This one is again a hybrid
Of thoughts and ideologies
Imagination and I.
It reflects me
A fragment of mine.

But the heart
it wants more.
Never satisfied in one
It never cures.
More creations
And more reciprocations.
Like a series of desires
The fire keeps thirsting for more.

Sometimes I wonder
Is there an end to it?
But it is more about the process
I feel
It is the thirst that is its beauty
The creation process
Along with creation of it.

So I dive into the ocean
Forming waves and rapids.
I form those abstract pictures
Amidst clouds
As I sit.
And in the breeze I find love
In water - the embrace.
The process of living,
The feeling to create.

This deep felt thirst
This uncalled craving
To create
Create a new fondling.