Saturday, November 21, 2009


Writing has almost become an addiction.It is one of the most satisfying experiences for me but today is different.
I am writing this today in state of mind where nothing is clear.
All thoughts are jumbled up.
I am writing this to breathe free,feeling bit suffocated inside, to find exactly what my mind is thinking to be able to express freely.
I am unable to distance myself from this chaos which is going within me.
Words are rushing in without any concrete meanings,sentences without any specific aims
There is a strong urge to write something,anything but what?
My fingers are itching to hit the keyboard , for a long time I sit looking blankly at the screen but nothing seems to appear in print,yet i want to pen down my thoughts desperately
Wait a minute where are the thoughts, what am I thinking , rationally speaking (oops writing) nothing,yet see i have written so many alphabets and u have read till here.

1 comment:

  1. मुझे मुक्तिबोध की कविता याद आ रही है

    विचार आते हैं /लिखते समय नहीं /पीठ पर बोझा ढोते हुए / कपडे पछीटते हुए

    इसका मतलब यह हुआ कि जब आप सोचते हो या जानबूझकर विचार या thoughts लाने की कोशिश करते हैं तब thoughts नहीं आते ...इसलिये मन को free छोड़ देना चाहिये और जब भी विचार आये तब उन्हे लिखना चाहिये ।