aday’s blog

I want to write whole day and night about a girl, about a woman, about lot many things that came and went by. I can write stories of untold, and write the stories of future. I can write. I write them.

I love writing about my self, and about the things around me. Do you know there is a reason behind it. My mind has a great creative potencial. It can grow things out of itself. I don’t know what it is called but i can grow things in words which just can’t be imagined. 

Mind is a great slave, but a terrible master.

Its a machine, an bio-organic machine, a system which is capable of using cells as per the data encountered. I can write, i can imagine, i find myself as a slave to my own mind. Reason, my information system is blocked by the emotional part of the brain. By emotion i mean the secretion of various harmons and juices, engulfing the thinking part of brain.

I undergo the same programming instructions, again-n-again, due to high secretion of harmons every day. This is leading to decrease in all of my physical and mental activities.

I challenge my self since this moment….i challenge the position my mind has put me in..

…Apurva

Written with the pen of a mole,

inked by a dove,

there once was a soul,

desperate for love,

 she desired for a goal.

Lived not so far away

she was a friend of me,

Could hear her pain a day,

took my heart to make her free,

decided to help while on  my way,

I still am hers,

belonging to her by a vow,

living a freedom,

closely held to her though,

she was better- last when i heard,

but i have forgotten to grow.

Hope! she takes some time off,

tell me she has pardoned my heart,

i will have peace

Will feel free to repair back my cart.

……………………….Apurva