I write because…

I write because…. when the ink scars the virgin paper, it leaves in a mark proclaiming my existence. A mark that wouldn’t exist if it weren’t for me. A mark that tells everyone that I have something to say, and that it will try to stand the test of time. A mark that is an extension of who I am. A mark that is me… on paper.

I write because… words have an endearing quality of making one feel happiness, anger, love, fear, hate, passion, pain, suffering & magic. Words can draw tears and command a smile. Words can end wars, fulfill dreams and make you fall in love. Words can satisfy our deepest desires and bring forth our worst nightmares.

I write because… an honest piece of writing contains more passion than you can imagine. An honest piece of writing can set you free, vanquish your demons, provide you justice and that solace you have always seeked. An honest piece of writing can justify your existence and take away from you the fear of death.

I write because… how else can we connect, if it wasn’t for this piece of writing. How else can we have for this moment of absolute honesty between us, when the rituals of the world demands we wear masks. How else can I truly touch your soul… How can I wait for the perfect evening when there is a silent breeze and a pregnant pause between us that says, “tell me your story”. A moment when your eyes says “I want to know who you are”…
I write because… that moment doesn’t come every day. I write because… when I write honestly and without fear, I say what I would have said in that moment…

I write because… if I didn’t write my soul wouldn’t be able to bear this aberration of a life. I write, because I cant imagine a life without writing…

  • http://www.pramodb.com Pramod

    “I write, because I cant imagine a life without writing” – So true. Reminds me of a quote which goes, To many people you have to teach music. For a Mozart you might have to teach how not to make music.