The beginning

So its almost midnight and I am beginning of this new journey of blogging. I am no professional blogger but just a person full of thoughts of all genres and kinds ready to experiment with this new idea of mine. I have been writing since long but this idea to share it through a blog settled in just recently. It was not due to a sudden urge to be recognized or be known as such. It was just really a random thought which passed across my neurons at least once for the last few days before I finally re opened my blog.

Everyone is a writer. Some are writer in grief, some are writers in celebrations. Some are writers of their personal diaries some are just irregular diary scribblers. Some are just the regular lover teenagers while some are aspiring poets and writers. We all write they all write.So writing seems to be inherent within one and all.

In all walks of life in all spheres of life in every profession at every dial of life you are bound to find a heart ready to explode out blurt out all the expressions onto paper disguised in colorful inks.

So here is one such writer re inventing his role as a story teller as a book writer as a novelist as a poet but above all as a human being.

Panno ki syahi mit sakti hai
Yaadon ki janzeero ki tarah
Par apni likhawat badal nahi sakti
Haatho ki takdeero ki tarah.

AK