Mysterious..Mind!!!

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Unpredictable is this mind

Thinks something, reflects something

Dreams of being somewhere

But later reach elsewhere

Some surrounded by happiness

Some destined to be alone

Hope leads to future

With some regrets for the bygone time

Rip roaring spectacular life

Is what it desires...?

For the graceful existence

By choosing the right ones

Hope helps to survive

If shattered turns everything upside down

The wonderful creation of almighty

Is this mysterious human mind...

Why do I write???

As I was thinking about what to write next, a question came into my mind, why do I write?????Interesting Na!!!For some people it’s their passion, for some it’s the only thing that they love…..Ruskin Bond explains in one of his books that, “A question that always irritates me is ‘and are you still writing?’.It’s like asking me if I am still alive, because if I wasn’t writing, I wouldn’t be alive. I’d have become a vegetable, mentally deficient or sunk far below the poverty line.”

Writing is a passion for him, and when I think about that, I feel as I am so selfish. I don’t write because I am madly in love with it, I write only when I am sad and desperate, and when I am all alone….Loneliness is something that leads me to writing. I like it because it makes me busy. In “Notebook”, Sparks says that “people work day and night because either they are crazy, stupid or trying to forget something”. As far as I am concerned, I write because I am trying to forget something…Some bitter memories that come to my mind when I am all alone. I feel as if all the problems that create turmoil in my heart are flushed out of my memory, atleast temporarily, when they are written into a paper. They rescue me from the mental trauma and consoles and makes me believe that everything is alright.