I write.I write not only about things I love but also about things I don't.I write about the mountains,I write about the seas.I write about the cities,I write about the villages.I write about life,I write about death.Yet.Yet I haven't written the complete word yet.I write things in my mind,then write them on paper.Perhaps sometimes on the screen.I erase the write-up many times though.Its difficult to express thoughts in the form of words many a times.Somewhere the passage isn't clear.The thoughts remain stuck in my mind.I sweat my mind out,I tire my hands out but no,the obstinate word refuses to budge.
I feel my soul lies not with the thousand words I write but with the one word that I don't.It keeps me awake,it gives me goosebumps.It foils my well-laid plans.It tells me as an emperor that hey without me your write-up is never complete.The word smugly tells me to search for it yet I always lose.Its not that I am not a good seeker,it just that the art of hiding is better known to the word.
Strangely,while walking or eating,the word comes rushing by.Its like a speeding car heading towards the edge of the cliff and before I can give it any direction,it has fallen off.I try to recall which poem or story had I left 'that' word out of.I fail,always.Maybe the unwritten words have formed a city of their own somewhere.A city,which is not present in the map of my mind.I know that there is a whole galaxy of unwritten words for each one of us is gripped by the unwritten word at one point of time or the other.My search for the holy grail continues.I know not where it will take me.I just hope my soul is satiated someday!!
