Do I dare, write?

“If there's a book that you want to read, but it hasn't been written yet, then you must write it.” ― Toni Morrison

What We Could Not Write!

Often times, writing is left to cater to someone else. Something external. When, in fact, writing is one of the most personal processes. As the great Urdu poet Ghalib said…

Aate hain ghaib se yeh mazameen khayaal mein
Ghalib sareer-e-khama nawa-e-sarosh hai

(Ghalib, from what unseen source spring these verses of thine?
These jottings of the pen that art redolent of the divine.)

This section is dedicated to all those lost thoughts that we could give words to. The epiphanies of nature that struck us but we could not attend to them. The inside voice of every writer that must be heard but seldom does.

Here is all that… and a little more.

Why do I write?

I write about experiences. I write because something in my mind tells me to. Bodies, thoughts, words and glances – I write about them all. I write about him and her and them. I write about the nobody that we all are.

Can I call It Poetry When It’s Nothing But Some Scattered Thoughts?