When it comes to writing,
Where the hell goes my “always be happy”?
Why the light of joy gets blocked automatically,
Why the pen becomes the translator of heart!?
Why ink seems red to me!!
Why the brain just goes to sleep?
The paper I so fondly save to write something,
It bears the look of a devastated land scape when gets filled!
The language is same,
The grammar is alright,
Why the word bank seems to run out of all the pleasing words!
Because it is the heart that pumps, supplying the ink, is that so?
Then, does it mean my heart is that black deep inside!! ?
Or, it is not what the brain thinks it is!?
But I don’t write all the time,
It is the upper part that works all the time..
Does it mean, it is the brain keeping me alive!??
What does the heart do then??
Just make my paper look filthy with the depressing words???
Just make me feel worse when none is around!?
Just make my brain run crazy for its own silly mistakes!!!
After-all thinking is the job of brain!
And it does its job devotedly,
Just as doing at this time!
But then,
As the needles of clock change their position with the rising and setting of sun,
The heart, feeling discontented itself,
Makes my brain feel guilty!
Regret of not being there,
Not working when required!
And it is the time,
When all goes wrong,
A fight starts between the two,
Taking almost a time span of one week to one month to patch-up!!
Now, I figure out
I appear with brains,
Go astray with heart,
Deal with brain,
But, write with heart.
One supports the soul,
Other, the desires.
This is why,
When it comes to writing,
Doing away with the bad blood,
The parts of same body,
Reducing the gaps,
Are actually moving to reconcile.
This is where both come to confront!
The courtroom of writing.
The Paper and the pen,
Playing the role of a judge and a lawyer!
Sorry, I have no other better place, than this, for their reconciliation!
