The Silent Pen
I used to find solace in writing and my days weren't complete without pouring my heart out on paper. How am I not writing anything for last 2 years and have literally forgotten the little i knew! The more I think about it the firmer my thoughts become about pain being my source of motivation to write. As if I was getting emotional support by writing and getting things out of my system somehow. For past 2 years I found an ear to my thoughts and the need of a paper was reduced. Whatever i observed, whatever i thought could be shared and my desire to find a witness to my thoughts was fulfilled. I was merely seeking a witness in the form of a paper. Still I was feeling some sort of emptiness since I was so habitual to writing ( as if I'm doing some sin by not writing). I was losing the touch of it and my vocabulary was fading away. Then why am I writing today. Alas! I wish I would've known any other reason except insomnia. Sleep eludes me and suddenly I s...