At loss of words.

Looking my life in retrospect,I delve into the adversaries of my endeavour only to unleash that wound which has long scarred nicely.

Getting overwhelmed with that feeling, with a turmoil in my head, I reach out for a pen and paper.

But, however hard I try, I could not jot it down.

I’m at loss of words.

My pen on the sheet stays, uncapped, blotting the paper. The ink ripple spreading out.

I calm myself down for another try.

But, it’s futile.

I cannot do it.

Then I reconsider all the reasons for my attempt.

The reasons are unhealthy and unwise.

Just like me

; and start scribbling without second thoughts on beauty and relevance of it.

I have experienced that, in the worst of times, in the most depressing moments, emerges the finest streak of words.

Because, they are devoid of literary ornamentation.

They’re crude and real.

A ripe fruit with its beauty in there, not a sugar coated candy.

My words are simple and expression is profound.

Because you don’t think in your mind with nice adjectives, pronoun and noun beautifully placed.

You think in simple sentences. You ornate them afterwards on your sheet.

If you do so, then-

Your expression is not real. It’s altered and blemished.

So just write your mind out.

It’s refreshing, relieving and simple.