Life remains a maze, unwrapped never. Suddenly Music speaks through zephyr, and with ripples of water, flow the rhythms. Then is the perfect time for you to know, what life states in your chapter. Most of my life was found bringing words together, words that tend to be silent through pain and sorrow and cherish not in your glory but grave.
Every earthling has one’s self way of expression, and the most commonly known is writing. Everyone has a own language and way of writing, simpler to say it is all a “unity in diversity” drama, whichever language it is whatever words they are, they are all the expressions of one’s pain and gain. Everyone who writes need not be called an Author, but a writer. Dancing, singing, painting and many more arts survive to express one’s sadness and happiness, but writing is a way of sharing the gaiety..!
Any person with ink in pen could be a writer, and with a even better pen could be a calligrapher, but only a earthling who can transmute true proper inner feelings exactly as felt, would be a wordsmith. Writing is an art of breathing through thoughts, never be shamed of what you write because, every word you scrape would have you lived a life within. A wordsmith would be words-worth only when readers feel a life in every word and a humanly voice of the writer in the little pretty piece of woven words..!
Being a part of writers, I write what comes to mind, I write for that change in the world, I write my tears out, I write my smiles loud, i wrote to that my pain die, I’m a Wordsworth, and am proud to choreograph few of the best pieces of word knots. I write with life in it and they let me breath, thus I proudly say my writings make me.
I WRITE TO CREATE MYSELF.
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