Many of our principles are deep rooted. We rarely introspect ourselves about them and when we do, we are bewildered to find that there was no logic behind the curtain of our principles… For years, we have been in the mental chains and that too… created and nourished by us!
“He might not be lost in the books
He often observe the faces
and sneak into the brains
Or someone’s heart
Variety lingers in his own style,
All in all,
A writer is a reader”
Why would a writer mind,
To unlock And express his mind…
Every smile, his progress a mile,
Or all the nights, he cries and dies
Just the smoke, he sees his victory behind,
Is if what he feels, to the ink can he bind…
And if he can explore the exact universe that he carries within,
The world of hearts, with a pen can he win!
But it costs a brain!
It pays devotion of a pristine heart.
It takes a real writer to print down the exact state of his senses …