INFINITIES

I want to write everything sometimes,

About days, my feelings.

That there are so many infinities,

that comes with all it's magnificent suitabilities.

Dreams.

Why there is always a desire to end it with Fulfillings?

Why there is always a desire to love without Aches?

Why there are so many desires?

Why dancing as if nobody Stares,

Why singing as if nobody Hears,

But is it Writing with 'who cares'?

Is it Living with 'who cares'?

As Living is itself enough for all the infinities.

As Living itself is valuable for all its valuabilities.