Why I write?

I write and write and I love to write,
no matter whether I know what to write..
Why I write I do not know,
but I know this much, I love to write.
Perhaps that's the reason I write and write,
no matter whether I know what to write,
no matter whether I am short of topics or filled,
I do write, whatever comes in mind.
And whenever I write, thoughts naturally give light
and the page so white turns black with ink.
With all my might I do write, I write,
that's why perhaps I love to write.
I write about those sights mesmerising,
or those filled with fear, or heights,
or thoughts that tend to hide from my sight
yet how I manage to catch them alright,
Day or night they come to mind,
tickle me up and then again I write,
but why I write this, I do not know,
Perhaps because I love to write.