Shree Ganesha

Write! Okay , so here I am , just after reading an article; I consider myself a fine writer, at least good enough for me, though I have no sense of what, when and where to start an article (as I am doing now).

But still I have urge to write so that after a long span of time (hope I'll live till then) I'll be reading it and chuckling how the time elapsed.

                                     Leave it , its an imagination. Till now I have not written anything so here I declare myself a limited-vocab-rookie writer(at present) trying to write something and probably have written worthless 80+ words backing my situation of being a beginner.

                             I think its kind of a blog . Ironically 2-3 years back I did not even know what this blog thing is for and here I am now writing an article (of no use of course) and then posting it on my very blog.

             I think I have bothered you more than enough now. So 'still'-ing my keyboard I am leaving now
Bye for now :]

The FENCE

time is rapidly elapsing 
as burnt smoke dissloving 
. 
song followed by a song 
either nothing or evrything is wrong 
. 
bright light intensifying .....narrow and then wide 
_____ultimately crawling ..comes the darker side 
. 
little streams made...by drops of rain on lens 
felt the urge to make it.. to other side of FENCE 
. 
giving it a one more try again...now its blind black 
______muddy feet feels...swallowed by the track 
. 
within this FENCE...it who u are 
crossing this very boundary...helps u get far 
. 
KARMA wont knock u....no one knows u 
no more replies to where when what nd who 
. 
ur existence in the world is drowned...faint memories are few 
bygone becomes ur identity....needed is a fresh start ; a new you 
. 
but u r not there.... its ur thinking 
you are still wet in dark...with earthed feet sinking 
. 
FENCE seems impalable...u r still in the boundary 
clutched within social restrictions...yelling,screaming inside to be set free 
. 
suddenly light appears...somehow from nowhere 
wiping ur wet glasses u see...u r not alone there 
. 
countless people with same motive...to cross the FENCE 
more frustrated and greived they are..so are u 'tensed' 
. 
so u trail back ...to ur footsteps in the mud 
feeling failed within..taking the last look at the flood 
. 
flood of people.. desparate to make their way 
u turning ur back to the FENCE...hoping u'll conquer it someday