the trouble with creation

let's start with an analogy.

suppose i put in a lot of effort and make kheer for my husband, and he walks in, wrinkles his nose, and goes, umm... i don't like meetha too much. ( he does that :) , speaking from experience ) how do you think that makes me feel? disappointed. of course.

and then a friend comes in and she goes, kheer, i love kheer. so i serve her the kheer, she relishes it, praises it. how do you think that makes me feel? of course i am glad someone is enjoying it. i wanted to hear those words, but this is not the person i wanted to hear those words from. :|

you know what i am saying?

oh and before you get me wrong, let me put this in writing, i love, capital L, Love, cooking and having friends over, making lots of food for people and watching them enjoy it, gives me this very "mom"ish satisfaction. unfortunately, cooking and feeding people is the only means i now have of showing people i care for them. when my husband is upset i cook him something nice to cheer him up, when he is happy, i again cook something nice, to celebrate. that's all i know how to do anymore. but i digress, i was talking about something else.

going back to the analogy, the question i am asking is: if i create something for someone in particular, and that person does not care much for it, does it give me any satisfaction to see someone else appreciate it?

its a consolation. did not all go to waste. but that is just what it is. a consolation. isn't it?

sometimes i wonder, that these poems, and songs, and stories that i love so much, that mean so much to me, that i cannnot get over, you see, they were not written for me. the poet wrote them for someone else, and i can be a fan all i want, but does he really care for my admiration?

did he get it from the intended target? and if he did not, how does he feel? was it all a big waste of time for him? i wonder.

then again, what do we care how he feels?

a beautiful poem was written, it is there for eternity, for the world to enjoy, take delight in, savour at its own pace, does the poet's personal satisfaction really factor in to this equation?

is the creation almost independent of the creator's ulterior motives?

is it fair for the creator to dictate his terms as to how and who is allowed to experience this creation?

is there any such legitimate claim to stake?
just wondering.