Just when I stumble up on someone's blog I get nostalgic and yearn to go back to the days when I was blogging akin to serious writing with a passionate zeal..Times move so fast as your inclinations change ..Facebook status updates or the tweets give the temporary states of mind and emotional tangles an outlet but you can't go back to these outbursts and go on a euphoric journey of what has been.
It has been a dry summer leaving earth completely parched and today weather has turned for the better wetting not only the earth but also the hearts - such a day bequeaths you with happiness and optimism. No wonder I am blogging. Music is the opium of starved, stricken as well as happy-go-lucky souls but writing is the elixir for the disturbed mind as it untangles the knots and even gives succour to the cold heart..It is like a revival of new being; even rebirth of the lost self as writing is akin to serendipity where the writer embarks on a journey that helps in unclamouring and unburdening the complicities of thoughts .
So many times when I look at myself in the mirror, I am stunned to see how much I have changed in last four years..not only my looks or temperament even my mental state.. I can't sleep easy because even in my deepest sleep my antenna are up and navigating what the kids are up to. Sometimes I wonder if I have a single tranquil moment when there is nothingness sweeping over me. Every time I think about blogging like a possessed soul which can bless me with better moments yet I find myself depraved in my actions. I wish I took my passion with zealous frenzy because I am certain that writing could always bring me back from the brink.
It has been a dry summer leaving earth completely parched and today weather has turned for the better wetting not only the earth but also the hearts - such a day bequeaths you with happiness and optimism. No wonder I am blogging. Music is the opium of starved, stricken as well as happy-go-lucky souls but writing is the elixir for the disturbed mind as it untangles the knots and even gives succour to the cold heart..It is like a revival of new being; even rebirth of the lost self as writing is akin to serendipity where the writer embarks on a journey that helps in unclamouring and unburdening the complicities of thoughts .
So many times when I look at myself in the mirror, I am stunned to see how much I have changed in last four years..not only my looks or temperament even my mental state.. I can't sleep easy because even in my deepest sleep my antenna are up and navigating what the kids are up to. Sometimes I wonder if I have a single tranquil moment when there is nothingness sweeping over me. Every time I think about blogging like a possessed soul which can bless me with better moments yet I find myself depraved in my actions. I wish I took my passion with zealous frenzy because I am certain that writing could always bring me back from the brink.
Writing is catharsis! When you write,you are re-born.You fly,you swim,you live,you die-when you write.Do write...
ReplyDeleteWriting is my most serious and coveted desire..I only wish I had the strength to follow it to culmination :)
DeleteIt does happen - I felt like missing a few gears with in me.. it tried to move yet used to get stuck.. yet I wished fervently.. and then at some undefined hour between business it started to come out again - felt alive..(not yet kicking though! but certainly alive!)
ReplyDeleteWe are a tribe of "Phoenix" - you too will rise again !