The Writer- II

Sometimes, he writes without a purpose
No plans in his head
No stories to be told
And yet he can feel it in his chest
The "urge"
To scribble it all away,
Whatever's there on his mind

Sometimes, he is confused
He doesn't know what to write
And when to write it
And why should it matter
For them to read what he's written

Sometimes, he struggles,
Struggles to resist
The urge to say it all
Struggles to take the risk
Of penning down
What must be shared


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A Tidbit on my Blog

I recently sat for an interview and among other things, I spoke to the interviewer about my interest in writing. I mentioned about my blog and that got him really interested. He later questioned if I made money through my blog. I said no, citing that I blog for other reasons. But he wasn't satisfied with my answer, and probed further. I told him that I feel happy to find out that my readers feel uplifted and more positive after reading my blog posts and that in itself is a big incentive for me to blog. I don't know if he was satisfied with my response or not, but I am glad that I clarified that I'm not into this for monetary benefits. There are certain things that few people can understand.

The Writer

When he writes,
He reveals a part of his soul
Some stories of his life
That haven't been shared or told
It doesn't matter to him
Whether they, the ones who make news
With their razor-sharp tongues,
Feel appeased or not
His purpose is pure
To give: Of his thoughts and feelings
Hopes and aspirations
Knowledge and wisdom
Life's lessons and more
And in return, he expects nothing
Nothing at all
For writing is all he can do
To connect with another soul