Writing is more than scribbling restlessly on a piece of paper. It is bleeding in ink until the perfect rhymes embellishes your poetry, it is scarring yourself and raveling the depths of your conscience until the story that is in your head makes its way to the parchment in front of you. Writing is much more than a hobby for me, its my passion. Unlike everyone else, I bleed in ink than blood whilst I write. Writing is my unfulfilled dream, it is my last wish. More than anything, its my soul’s uncivilized rantings.
One often comes across many amateur dreamers that heads aggressively to thrive their passion.
I am one of them.
On this blog you will find the deepest secrets revealed as a fairy tale.
I am but the figment of your imagination that has gained a voice, strong enough to baffle your soul.
I am your regret, dream and chaos.