diary, FICTION, poetry


And the wind doesn’t stop, doesn’t stay, and doesn’t wait. It has to travel like the thirsty traveler that it is; it has to go on and on, and meet people and places. Challenge the mountains and change courses of rivers. The wind has seen it all, and knows what is next. The wind is a fortune teller and a historian. The wind can uproot the deepest roots and firmly plant a fragile sapling in to the soil. No man can and what man cannot, no one can, incarcerate the wind. Like the orange of the sun, wind is the color of life.

And you are the wind. You are the thought. The writer.

And there is no need to believe in the truth for it is there, real; what we must believe in is a lie, because once we believe in it to be real, it starts to exist. And in the mean time the lie becomes real, it becomes a part of everything in this whole universe, it squeezes itself between and amongst things and events of which it was never really a part of. It starts to be the truth, a masked truth. And then the next step is to put no effort to believe it, because it is real, now. This is how you create something that never existed before, but now it’s a part of the past and has now the power to affect everything. Like the peel of the banana, lie is the shadow of truth.

And you are the lie. You are the creator. The writer.

And last night the dream of the unknown ruled the better part of my sleep. I was lost and confused, incongruous and defeated. The unknown is someone or something that had never before occurred to me, that had never before introduced it to me. But it does exist. And my oblivion made me a believer. There was a fire, that burned everything to ashes and I realized that the fire is my progenitor; the instigator of life. Dreams are thoughts locked in the chamber and it seeps through that little gap below the door, it seeps when no one is watching. Dreams never die, they go back to that chamber through the lines of the opening at the bottom of the door. Like the clouds of the rain, dream is the fire of life.

And you are the dream. You are the destroyer. The writer.

Well, now the writer is not a person or he may be, what concerns us is what he is and let me tell you, he is a bandit. A Bandit who rules and steals what we keep and think dear. A dictator, who changes the order of our lives, makes us believe in things that cannot be seen, only fantasized. He hides behind the mask of a philosopher, a thinker, a conjurer, a reader and a poet. He shows us the paradise and the moment we start to cherish the beauty around he pricks us with a needle and escorts us to the conveyor belt of pain. The pen is mightier than the sword; do I now need to explain this to you? A writer is a juggler of emotions, of tears and laughter. He is a weaver of a tapestry; a tapestry of happiness and sadness. A writer is the one who is everything you want to be and everything you despise. He is a smuggler of thoughts and reason, a born convict on the run. The writer is the architect of your life. A writer is the destroyer and the builder of a façade.

And you are the outlaw. You are the maker. The writer.


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140 thoughts on “THE WRiTER”

  1. Kashivology is the philosophy I devour like a starved creature! What do I quote here? My Goodness… You ARE the writer my friend! That last paragraph – You Nailed It!
    This line I shall never forget : ‘…my oblivion made me a believer…’
    Still reeling from the aftereffect of this one! 😊

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    1. Thank you so much, Isha! The line you talk about has actually happened to me. And when that happens you start to define the oblivion as being in a state of freedom. And only when you’re free of all the ropes and harnesses do you believe. Believe, what you must.
      I am so happy you liked it. And this write up is, let me tell you, dedicated to a WRiTER who inspire me and writes like a magician, transporting me to unknown worlds and Wonderlands.

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      1. I’m sure that writer is beaming right now with another such writer-magician having conjured up such a sparkling post in ode! 😊 Oblivion is indeed a state if freedom… Pursue it and you shall find that there’s knowing in the great unknown 🌼🌸

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      2. Salt… The most underrated spice of life 😉
        P.S – Don’t want to take the spotlight from this brilliant dedication, but would like to shine a ray on the pictures accompanying it… Only an eye for the unique, the rare, could have found these! 👌👌

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  2. Had to read twice as this time, it is a more serious tone u have applied, to convey a deeper secret in a darker tone to the readers. How true it is, when u described the wind. Yes the ever thirsty traveller never stopping anywhere for anybody. Great write up Oh you Masteró.

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    1. Thank you so much, Anamika! You’re so kind with your words. Yeah, this post is a bit out of my normal writing but still you sniffed the essence and that is amazing for me to have a reader like you. Thanks once again!

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    1. The wind intrigues me a lot and even I like nature in the way it is. Well, everyone loves things and beings that are free. It’s the freedom that we chase , unaware that the key to unlock the chains is hidden in our pockets. We are beautiful too.
      Thank you!

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    1. I really appreciate your taking time out to read my blog and comment. Let me tell you if there is anything called sentiment, then it is one born of a writer.


  4. Writing gives one a window of opportunity, of influence. One must make a conscious decision on how to use that influence, on what its nature will be. I aim, i purposely try to inject positivity in my writing, and i beliee that to use one’s creativity in serving negativitiy is sad, a disaster. Writers, artists, people whose imagination knows no bounds— when theh start to only imagine worlds of sadness, deception, and disappointment, i think that is the greatest disappointment of all.


  5. I read a comment above, and I would just like to say that you have a beautiful gift. Writing is the flame that keeps writers warm, alive, happy. We are able to describe the most indescribable of feelings in the most abstract of ways. Therefore, use the gift as you please. Every person in the world is feeling something different, and a bubbly, perfect world preach isn’t always what people need. Write as you and don’t cease to write from your heart. You have a gift; it is yours to present to the world the way you desire. I say bravo so far. 💜

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    1. Yeah, everyone feels differently for a common thing and their way to express is similarly varied, which hence doesn’t mean one is correct and the other well, incorrect. But, what really does matter is the expression of a thought. And your way or approach may not be understood by the other, which in return doesn’t mean that the person is wrong. There are a lot of things to this. Thank you so much, Tae, for your encouragement and appreciation!!😊

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  6. I get where you say you are the lie, destroyer and creator and so on. My professors always say in writing “kill your darlings.” Have a nice time writing. I look forward to more.☺️

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      1. Thank you for the compliment! I have learned a few things on WordPress and I have no problem in sharing it with you..
        First is keep writing !😊


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