From a pen to a poem


I may not know how to write, but I do know I want to write. I want to write to be able to unload myself of all the stories I have been longing to tell you; to recreate to you the places that are best travelled alone. I want to write because I want to be heard. I want to write to be read; because, even as I ramble on my incongruous thoughts at length, you continue to read them. Because, it is the only way I know to reaching you, to laughing and crying with you and forgetting what lies in the interim. I want to write because there is no other way for me but to write. Because it is when I write, I know I exist; it is when I write I know why I exist.


“We write to taste life twice, in the moment and in retrospect” 

Comments

Pooja Verma said…
It started out as a feeling, which then grew into a post :D
Eagerly waiting for what is to follow! :)
Rahul Bhatia said…
Waiting to read, Stuti:)
Saru Singhal said…
Is it some sort of communication between you and someone? Or plain soliloquy? Whatever it is - it's beautiful and you must write. :)
A grain of sand said…
Waiting to write:-)
A grain of sand said…
I write,you decide :-)
Bikram said…
Now that is a start if One knows why they exist :)

Bikram's

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