Imperfectly perfect-my journey to writing.

I gazed at the laptop screen for few mintues,then I thought well how bad a confession can be,writing has always been a way for me to reveal in words that I wouldn’t rather reveal in speeches.That’s what writers do,we are such smart folks(literally laughing on myself.)Now you must be wondering how perfect made me unhappy.Perfect…

Writings of not writing.

Blue lights are waning on the rooftop My hands are wobbling and empty. My mind chaotic,tacit and burning, my pen falters to write a poem, For the moon,lovers and loss are hyped. The slovenly locks unfurled like the fantasy of a lover, Flowing to an imperceptible universe, She ponders between the lost and the living,…