Plot-less plots!

Whenever I start writing 2 or 3 plots move around at the same time in my mind and I end up writing nothing. This is not the first time it has happened, but for the umpteenth time again. Today too I was about to start with some other plot but seems I have ended up writing something else. I was talking to my friend lately, I said I sometimes write a lot of non-sensible stuffs. He was of the opinion, that it being my blog I had the right to do so. As it is my blog it certainly gives me the freedom to scratch the very minutest of things or just talk big. To swag or just make fuss.

Having thought of all the sensible and non-sensible stuffs I didn't feel like thinking anything more and just let my fingers run on the keyboard and there I made it inhere. May be then when my being doesn't exist, my words would exist; a crazy yet true of the thought swirled in. Whenever I make such says I am told to shut up as if am immortal. We have this habit of closing our eyes in sheer brightness and assume that the darkness hovers around. 

Having said this am still in dearth of a plot, a more of a sensible plot. A plot that glistens like the moon in the full-moon night. May be one awaits ahead.

Until then.

Metta !

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Illusions !

I wrote about the "Amazing World of Words" once. The world is literally an amazing place and words rules all over-I reiterate again. As I sit down to write this blog today, I remember I was told-I have been lazy in writing. I do not write any piece at all. May be yeas, that was how things have been moving. As I say this I remember another blog of mine where I tell about the difficulties I face while writing. And with these says of mine I would like to borrow the following words of Richard Bach from his famous book "Illusions". 

"It was a question I heard more than once, after

Jonathan Seagull was published. “What are you

going to write next, Richard? After Jonathan, what?”

I answered then that I didn’t have to write anything

next, not a word, and that all my books together said everything

that I had asked them to say. Having starved for a

while, the car repossessed and that sort of thing, it was fun

not to have to work to midnights.

Still, every summer or so I took my antique biplane

out into the green-meadow seas of midwest America, flew

passengers for three-dollar rides and began to feel an old

tension again - there was something left to say, and I

hadn’t said it.

I do not enjoy writing at all. If I can turn my back on an

idea, out there in the dark, if I can avoid opening the door to

it, I won’t even reach for a pencil.

But once in a while there’s a great dynamite-burst of

flying glass and brick and splinters through the front wall

and somebody stalks over the rubble, seizes me by the

throat and gently says, “I will not let you go until you set

me, in words, on paper.” That’s how I met Illusions."

This was how Bach met his great write "Illusions". My "Illusion" is yet to come :-)!

Metta ! 

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Moment of silence !

There are times when you can
hear the other's heartbeat--but cannot respond back,
you can feel the same way
but cannot come up with the same says.

A time when you cannot do anything
a time ruled by silence
May be silence speaks more than words
but even then silence doesn't speak !

Metta !
@Moments of thought
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Amazing world of words !!

Some thoughts were moving around my mind when I felt like to write this blog. Thoughts which were making me think somewhere about expressions via the words….

A thought popped in "What is that-which bind us together, make us feel that we are still connected?".

"Hello, did you get your answer?"

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