WHY....I write?

People out there say :

The pen is the tongue of the mind. - Miguel Cervantes

Writers seldom write the things they think. They simply write the things they think other folks think they think. - Elbert Hubbard

It is the pen which dreams. The blank page gives the right to dream. - Miguel Cervantes

But I say “I write entirely to find out what I'm thinking, what I'm looking at, what I see and what it means. What I want and what I fear.”

I was in a habit of writing daily journals since grade XI. Though not so continuous, with so many breaks, I kept on trying …
Besides these journals, I even tried my hands on some ideas, articles…even wrote about few persons I met, and found worth writing …
Found it loving to spend time on thinking, feeling, visualizing and then trying, playing, sketching words on a piece of paper.
Though not being very good, no guidance, lately I gave a serious thought to it and decided to write anything vague I come across my mind.
Just like a painter sketching, with curves, shades, colors, evincing the images around the mind. Making the virtual visuals real and captivating for the ones not having the “EYE” and “ENVISAGE” as of a painter.

I decided to write whatever comes across my mind, a topic, scene, emotion, situation or whatever.
I started the fall in love with the words, thoughts, expressions. Giving a meaning, making them readable, understandable, or just spending time. It was something making me forget things around and make my fingers to match the waves going on in my mind.

So,
Writing is what? It is your favorite time pass, favorite hobby, creative thinking, and some hard work which u need to do.
It is not a bad idea to get in the habit of writing down one's thoughts. It saves one having to bother anyone else with them.
Writing, I explained, was mainly an attempt to out-argue one's past; to present events in such a light that battles lost in life were either won on paper or held to a draw.

Or,
In the end its just some words forming sentences and thus a prose, which is just readable and probably understandable with some sense in it, or just a thing one has spent time on.

“I write to taste life twice, in the moment and in retrospection.”

to make U smile...

The light seems to have faded away
the path having lost out
the heart is full of pain
and the mind is full of doubt

Lord you care so much, For the tears of a hurting child, Who has felt the grief of tragedy, Now no longer wears a smile....plzz put that smile back....

trust the law of d nature
after every dusk there is a dawn

the whole world is for you to make
you will get whatever you want to take
you catch it, it will be caught
you leave it, it will be lost"

Lean on your friends for strength, and always remember how much you are cared about.
May the love of those around you... help you through the days ahead.


last nyt made me add:

the more i refrain,
more i tempt.

more I think,
more i care.

new persona has evoked,
now past need to b soaked.

for us:

U still d same funny, astute, caring, sanguine, as well sagacious..
with few more evolved qualities....
come out n see
the waitin crowd
and the welcome...

U r capable,
U r tough,
U rn't lost..
just believe n urself,
n ll sail through storms....

sketching .."an eve"

It was eve, sitting on a bench in a park.
Sun at zenith shining as a roar of a Lion.
Rays not letting my eyes open, warmth dominating the chill of winters,
It was peace, silence.
Eyes took a stroll around, covering 360.
Birds, people, children, trees, shrubs, clouds, there was so much around.

Old men gathered discussing politics, families or playing cards. Ladies dawdling doing Yoga. Families doing lunch or a noon out. Corners, under trees and at distances, benches were there. Most of them were occupied by the couples or say a pair of guy – gal, mumbling eye to eye, evincing love or just friends.
Muttering children all around, playing, laughing, enjoying.
Their expressions and gestures evincing and spreading charm around, making u smile by just looking at them.

Trees and shrubs around, well maintained. Shrubs nicely trimmed in a pattern, Trees small and big, providing nesting for living, blossoming flower buds, roses, lily’s, bougainvillea etc. Evoking a tint of green and nature. Birds chirping, flying over heads in flocks, forming patterns. Fast, well coordinated and in rhythm.

The far away honking of horns, vehicles moving, passing by metro rail and all the other sounds of nature, some heard and some not, enchanting the sweet silence, giving a soothing pleasure to ears and mind.
A blend of these entire natural and man made things, beautifying the beguile of nature itself, making it uber serene and tranquilizing.
Every and the other thing was like- has come under the warmth of sun, enjoying it as in a lap of mother.

Amid this ecstatic, captivating scene, I was there sitting aloof, strained, striving with the state of mind, totally blank and witnessing all this beauty which I have came across many a times but never has admired, today has astonished me.

Stunned I didn’t even notice the things moving ahead. People started to pack up, flyers getting back to their nests, silent breeze but chilling overpowering the warmth, turning orange the sun. It was all like a day’s play approaching to its end, dimming lights, fading music, characters as well as audience retreating, leaving only a single difference that here

“there is no admiration with an applause”.