Although i am avoiding this question since a long, or just avoiding to write on this here that,
"Why i write".
A very simple answer of it is ,"It heals", yeah , it is a therapeutic , it is cathartic process for me, it is the one which makes me free from sorrow for a while, console me when no one to share prob., preferably a shoulder to cry.
Though i never write a routine diary ,but what i feels only, thoughts, only when i get disturbed, feeling melancholy, dejected , when anything happen which hurt me really or a crush. But Sometimes even-after feeling blue i don't write as i feel tired to write, at that time only i shed tears (only when i really get tired) lil-bit one or two droplets but sufficient to get relaxed. deep breath n little cry is the best solution.
"I sit in the dark , and it would be hard to figure out
which is worse,
The dark inside or the darkness outside"
[Joseph Brodsky]
I believe there shouldn't any reason to like things, passion, should be free from any logic, argument, just love love.We shouldn't have any reason to like someone, it just happens , occur to make us dream for hours, to live , exist.
I can vividly remember days or night when i had specific person to write about, to dream . At that time all my writing belonged to them only, whatever i start but end up on writing about them only. But now days are gone , she have gone ,but i am here lone. well sometimes i felt i really like to write about her only, i found peace, hope , joy. For almost two years i wrote belong to them only, as like Italian poet Dante, who dreamed of Beatrice, and wrote for years even when she died long go . I was in illusion of platonic love, that was in search of "Anna Femore' (i remember as the Greek word for divine love). some day if i gather energy to write on this i would surely, but not now.
read somewhere
"Alcohol is to writer, what heart break is to the poet".
"Why i write".
A very simple answer of it is ,"It heals", yeah , it is a therapeutic , it is cathartic process for me, it is the one which makes me free from sorrow for a while, console me when no one to share prob., preferably a shoulder to cry.
Though i never write a routine diary ,but what i feels only, thoughts, only when i get disturbed, feeling melancholy, dejected , when anything happen which hurt me really or a crush. But Sometimes even-after feeling blue i don't write as i feel tired to write, at that time only i shed tears (only when i really get tired) lil-bit one or two droplets but sufficient to get relaxed. deep breath n little cry is the best solution.
"I sit in the dark , and it would be hard to figure out
which is worse,
The dark inside or the darkness outside"
[Joseph Brodsky]
I believe there shouldn't any reason to like things, passion, should be free from any logic, argument, just love love.We shouldn't have any reason to like someone, it just happens , occur to make us dream for hours, to live , exist.
I can vividly remember days or night when i had specific person to write about, to dream . At that time all my writing belonged to them only, whatever i start but end up on writing about them only. But now days are gone , she have gone ,but i am here lone. well sometimes i felt i really like to write about her only, i found peace, hope , joy. For almost two years i wrote belong to them only, as like Italian poet Dante, who dreamed of Beatrice, and wrote for years even when she died long go . I was in illusion of platonic love, that was in search of "Anna Femore' (i remember as the Greek word for divine love). some day if i gather energy to write on this i would surely, but not now.
read somewhere
"Alcohol is to writer, what heart break is to the poet".
