It Comes Naturally.

Do I Know What I am going to write

before I complete?

No, I don’t.

Actually, I don’t know it even when  I start

I just sit.

It comes.

it flows through me.

As a kid, it was always a paper and a pen.

As I grew, it was the typewriter.

Today, it is the keyboard and my screen.

Writing comes. It is a call.

Almost similar to nature’s call.

Yes. Actually, its exactly like that.

Writing to me is like pee.

When it comes, it has to be taken out.

Not to offend writing (I would never disrespect this beautiful art)

But trust me, writing to me is that natural.

Like exhaling.

I mean, for how long can one hold one’s breath?





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