after a hiatus

for somebody whose been writng since the age of twelve, to find out that one cannot write anymore can come as a rude shock...for me one very fine day, the urge to write, to express, to keep track of things...of thoughts..of moods...has been lost. somewhere down the line, the joy of writing, of pening down the thoughts became extinct.

something was holding me back...something was not responding in me anymore...

deep down i realised that i was not moved by things anymore. without my knowledge i started looking at things cynically. my dreams...my ambitions..were crushed by this. i became bitter, impossible and adamant. never once did i realise that my frustations were pulling me down. i became closed. i became an oyster, clamped tight within myself....

mundane things in life can be extraordinary at times. i never realised that one such thing would change my life...for me the star spangled night sky did the trick..thousands of glittering diamonds sprawled across the velvety darkness are enough to inspire anyone. i was no exception. in them i saw the vastness of universe, yet there was a sense of belonging...in them, i saw the mind-boggling dimensions of lie....in them i saw myself.they filled me with joy, with an ecstacy beyond imagination, beyond the expression of words.

under the star spangled night sky, i am alive once again.....my vigour, my urge to write ib born again anew...