A Letter To Thesis

Dear Thesis

What is your problem? Why you make it so difficult? Day by day, you are making me feel worse. Don’t stare at me with your blank white soul. Here I challenge you. Be a story, I will write you overnight.

Allow me to create and break the lines. 

Devil pages, Stop your Quantifications. I can't count on you and look for the percentage. 

Stop making me follow you, word by word. I cannot do it. 

 I will command and you will have to listen. Engage me in some creativity. Stop talking back to my thoughts. I am not a gadget. I write  my soul. I can’t follow your insignificant rules.

 The journey will make impossible things possible. Surrender at my finger tips. That is the mutual way out for you and me. 

Remember BOOK, you are my true PURSUIT.  The title of my name.  Your end will be my library. 

Lets reconcile. My anger lasts only for a moment but my conviction will be  forever. 

I will always love you my dear book 

  

My First Drip to the Stream

Yes, this is going to be my first on STREAM OF MY CONSCIOUSNESS.  It has always been interesting to do something for the first time in life; the first love, first day in school, first pet, first exam, first time meeting with someone, first visit to a church. And now, the First Blog post. Take my words, "First a Drip, Then a Stream". 
As much as a beautiful stream of water is unsure about its destination, so as I am clueless of what I will write. But I believe that the only creation of a writer is the first sentence, and the rest will be sheer Coincidences

From being eccentric, overwhelmed, perplexed, awful, may be all at the same time and turning expressionless. These are the  moments I seek, and look for the real magic of  WORDS. It keeps the voice in me alive. Amidst the web of all these,   born this space, Stream of My Consciousness

May it lasts for long years, or whither in a while. 

Let me seek this pursuit