It’s all about muses..

Ideas
Thoughts
Muses
Non stop
Asking me
Begging me
To pen them down
Looking at me
With those soft, delicate eyes
Just like that of a kid
Who cries for attention
And I surrender
Saying
“Okay! Let me get my pen & paper.”
But they say
They can’t wait for pen & paper
They don’t want me
To pen them down
Instead they want me
To feel the emotions first
They teach me to live
They teach me to love
They teach me to be alive
And then once I learn all those
They say that
Now I deserve to write
On all the things I learned
But then I have a doubt always
“Can I write on everything I feel?”
I mean EVERYTHING
And silently my heart whispers
Everything can’t be expressed
But everything can be felt
I feel blessed and lucky
To feel everything
Because without
These ideas and thoughts
And these muses
I can’t be who
I want to be

This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggersby BlogAdda

P.S.: The pick of this weekend is In the end of Linkin Park. No the video is of that of the one made by The unusual suspect which 183 movies and their dialogues to make the whole IN THE END song. So have a great watch ❤

Sharp & blunt

Thoughts remains
Within me
What I share
With you are ideas
But how I share
And what I speak
Are words
The most powerful
Weapon we can hold
And using them
To pray for someone
Or to curse someone
Is totally on us
And on our thoughts
So choose how we want
To use our weapon
Use the sharp side
Or the blunt side
Blunt side are the prayers
Which leads to blessings
And happiness
But with the passage
Of time and
Utter dedication
Sharp side are curses
Leads to chaos
And unnecessary problems
And these things
Start working
As soon we wish for these
Choose wisely
Wish wisely 🙂

P.S.: Merry Xmas all 🙂 Today’s pick is Reinforce love of  Lee Ryan 😉

stumble upon a writer..

Am I the protagonist?
In real life, may be.
In fiction, of course, who ain’t?
A normal person
Thinks the same.
But what about a writer?
What does he think?
Does he always have to sit
At a coffee shop to
Feel the plethora of ideas
Rushing to him?
Or does he have to
Dream about them
And then write
And make his dream
The dream of others
Made by the beautiful, knitted words
The world of words
Sometimes written
By a pen or typed
And in the days
When these plethora of ideas
Keep on rushing
Even though you shut your brain
You gotta take help
Of a broken pencil or even a nib
To write them
And give your ideas power
And strength to shake the world
Having the rug swept out from under your feet
Tumble you down
So that you can stumble upon a writer
Within you
And give them words
And make them shout out loud…

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