Why Write?


Pleasure of the heart or pain in the ass, the harsh reality or a dreamful fiction, magic or logic, love or hate, however and whatever way the list grows, they are one hell of a solicitous thoughts. If there is anything that can amplify the beauty of these thoughts is by, yes, you guessed it right – Writing. Writing is the flow of cognisant thoughts into the paper basket. It’s a cascaded random channel that is rebellious to form a structure.


It’s me (The real me).
When I write, I am being that me,
which I actually wanted to, but could not be

Writing – A Maze.
You could love it because it’s relate-able and beautiful, likewise you could hate it because it’s relate-able and painful. It could be the happiness that just slipped away or sadness that needs to walk away. Mind is a maze or to be more precise a maze with a hurricane. Mind is a scattered stupidity. It’s mean. It’s real.  It’s supportive at times and null at other, all because of a bank of unsaid words. It’s this maze that is struggling to turn into stream of words.

Writing – The Things.
It can be that which made you realize that ‘today is beautiful’. It can be that which made you stare at a thing while you were completely submerged into some other thing. It could be that one momentous mail that you drafted or received. It could be that quick nap you took at work. Or it could not be any of that. It could be the Utopian world that you have always imagined and wanted your people and culture to be.  All those things under the name of happened and did not happen. All of that things, you can write.

Writing – The Emotions.
Writing is healing at times and ruining at other. They can be all and still say nothing. They could be nothing and still be it all. They carry that undivided feeling of foolishness that a man can have. They might not put one through and stay un-supportive. They might not be the wishful things. What are they? – the every swing of unexpressed emotions. They might make one live in a fairy land. They might give the feeling of happiness or take the sadness away. Wait, are they not same? No. they aren’t. That is the beauty of writing.

Writing – A Support.
Writing is a soul with a body, mind, heart and more unknown parts. Sometimes they take wings and fly. They take fins and swim. They also just use legs and walk. Writing can pick the one of hundred things that happened on a day to give it the necessary attention. Writing is a shoulder that one can cry upon. When everything else fails, writing can do the required supernatural. When the moments are in pain, when the heart desires a friend, when mind needs a solace, writing can stand as a strong support system.

When you don’t know what exactly you are thinking,
if you want to be read what exactly you want to say,
you don’t talk!
You write!

Writing – While and Moment.
Some stand long, some make a quick exit. Some create a space and some leave a void. Everything comes with a lesson. Those hidden layers of deep feelings can be uncovered through writing.

Writing – The Chaos.
You write because it is a way to manage the chaos. You write because you can shape your challenges and make it an art. You write because, it makes you write. Question yourself, “what makes you write?” It’s that ‘it’, which you challenge yourself and try to seek. You might end up with some disguised you which cannot be uncovered. It’s a form of inspiration that carries from writers thoughts to readers mind opening up an umbrella of thoughts.

Writing – Is Just Not Words.
They say writing can be magic. Trust me, they are lying. Writing is divine. It is the beauty that one wishes to see, feel and experience.

A word of caution though, “Don’t write!” It might spoil you. It might make you feel and appreciate the love and surrounding of you. It might make you feel the heaven on earth, masking the cruel reality. It might give the best of all and worst of none. Or might give you the best of worst and make you ignore the rest of the best. It is not a nature’s creation. It’s not artificial. It’s not natural. It’s you-made.

After all,
you know the answer for the question, “are they just words?



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