In search of a cure...

My heart aches daily and hourly. Not because I carry a broken heart. Not because I lost a prized possession. Not because I have a heart problem but because of disinclination towards my blog. Whenever I am not writing, I find myself thinking about writing. There can never be a deeper love in my life. But I believe the procrastination powers keep me knocked down resulting in just 9 posts since the inception.

I don’t feel ashamed for ignorance because I’m more concentrating on my professional writing. And I don’t feel shilly-shallied when I say I am growing. But then no one ever excused his way to success. I need to put a bit of effort and I can save my blog from dying. Though there’s always a constant urge but covered by puzzled thoughts, laziness and ignorance. I have numerous things to write about that born in my mind and fail to germinate. This makes a ruthless murderer of my own thoughts.

Now I am finally coming back to it as I feel the desire. I will have to write to realize my desire. I can and I should forever feel the supreme essence of what it truly means to be a writer. Forever because there's never enough time, there’s never enough days, there's never enough seconds. It will take rest of my life but I will never get this time back. This time when my feelings are swirling and rumbling and never staying the same... I hope to fix my heart ache through writing. I hope to correct myself and gain a routine. So what if I have fewest of readers, my heart needs to unzip it slowly with anticipation at what’s beneath.

Wish myself godspeed!