A wise men said , ” Good writing is just an evidence of an intensely lived life.If your life is burning well,writing is just the ash.”

Passion to me is  playing with words..making the best possible use of words to express my inner feelings.I feel writers are blessed souls in this universe as they can feel the beauty of inner things.They can bring out the fantasies and imaginations into pure words.They can bring out the life in objects just by the glorious vision .

William Wordsworth said ,“Poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings: it takes its origin from emotion recollected in tranquility”.

My thoughts come out independently in tranquility.Silence is one of the best moments felt in our lives.In these particular moments , we can be ourselves.We can look within ourselves and our past ,present and future all in one go.Spontaneous flow of emotions actually happens with me.When i am hurt , words come to me like a collage and i pick up the best of them.Poets can only understand how beautiful is the feeling of pain .

Beauty is truth, truth beauty,’ – that is all ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.’John Keats quoted it.

Seeking for truth is like peeling an onion,layer after layer.Its like a long journey in a dark continent as Joseph Conrad states in ” Heart of Darkness”.When you are face to face with truth..its beautiful.However,bitter the truth be, your soul affirms for all the pains as truth is beauty.

“My words fly up,my thought remain below.words without thoughts never to heaven go” Shakespeare quoted.

Such beauty of words can never be recreated.When its only words that come out from you without having been pondered about them is mere wastage.Words should have the ability to electrify the souls who read them and if they can’t do it..they can never touch hearts.