Khayalat#02 : to infinity and beyond...

 

The relationship between a writer and a reader rests on human emotion; all human beings somewhere pass through difficulties and these sufferings are distributed among us all. The writer carries a deep wound, it bleeds through words. This bodily pain gets moulded into a virtual pain that is felt universally and in this way, the words act as agencies that rest on the basic phenomenal principles of human existence.

A few days ago, I came across the above lines which pierced my heart like an arrow.

“We write to taste life twice, in the moment and in retrospect.” 

– Anais Nin

When you write, your pen acts like a channel for the flow of limitless thoughts, emotions, pain and sorrows concealed deep within.

I truly wish I rein the insanity entangled in this poisoned universe of notions, beliefs and opinions and guide my undeterred voice woven into words up until infinity…

and beyond…








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