Why Do I Do What I Do.

Hey there
Anita here
A name so rare?
Oh don't stare
Take it as a lame joke
Now does that sound fair?
But why talk the name, right?
They say, the names
People don't really care.
Okay, let's leave it just there.

By the way, how do you do?
Long time no see, what have you been up to?
These questions, I can answer
I can surely do
Some questions you ask
Sometimes I ask myself too
Some answers come so easy
Some have me puzzled, yes, they do.

This one question I have,
'Why do I do what I do?'
But before a 'why', I see a 'what'
What do I do, what job, oh what task
Things I do, am I obliged?
Or do they make me bask?
For what I do, am I myself the doer
Or do I have a genie in a rubbing flask?

Well, here I present the list

Oh I love humming
You know, while I'm bathing
It's not that I've an album in the making
But it's cause I find peace while I'm singing
Yeah it's a different thing
That it's only crap if you're on the other side hearing.
So, what do I do sometimes?
I sing.
Cause singing even when I don't excel, is such a thing.

You see, so abundant are there people who travel
I ain't no exception
If possible, I'd just travel, travel and travel
Like they say, many secrets within me I'd unravel
Near or far, on wheels or just walk, I'd always travel.
Why I travel?
Cause on doing so
Twinkle twinkle my heart sings, my eyes sparkle
No, I wouldn't bother to find a company
I'd take only my two legs to pedal
And grow stronger, remain no more feeble
So yeah, that's why I travel
No extra reasons, that's just why I travel.

Sometimes, words play in my mind, and I write
Not because I possess some skill so bright
And it's not writing what I do every night
My pen moves with some influential light
Occasions when I'm overwhelmed, sad, angry or inspired
I spill words sometimes when insecurities hold me tight
Why I write? You see no big reasons, right?
Well, the small things
That's what make me drive, that's only why I write.

No big things have I done till date
But tiny little things are the ones
That make my life great.

For my voice to not go weak
About things that shake my soul, I talk
Into the smiles of passersby I stalk
On the streets while I go on a walk
I observe, you're in their lives they rock.

Besides eating, sometimes I cook
To catch mom's expression as I serve,
I hold that curious look.

For the love of words I read
Do the dress up and make-up
Cause that's what girls do indeed
Not an exception that I am
In this clichéd world, I try, try hard to fit.

For the sake of many things, from this universe, I've taken
I sometimes give
Cause giving has really taught me the skills to live
That and this, small and big
Give sometimes, and many times I receive
Hatred has nothing good in it
And hence I forgive
I don't always seek reasons behind my deed
Going with the flow is what living means
And that's what I believe.
Yes, that's why I do what I do.