Writer’s block. I don’t very well think this is that what I’m going through. That is since I don’t want myself to be labeled as affected by the “writer’s-block” for I am aware that I’m not as genuine as a writer. ‘Aphorisms’ is never considered to be by work of literature or something similar. This is my expressions that one reads in this space. And Aphorisms made me expressive because writing was always something very close to my soul.
But now there are thoughts; there are words and there is a language...and all three of them like pearls in a plastic case are making that tickling noise in me. And I, very badly want a thread that can pass through these pearls to make it a wonderful ornament in Aphorisms. This is a brilliant contradictory situation out here for me. Happiness is piling up around me and so is the uncertainty flooding all over.
As I said this time too, I want to express it all. But where to start from is something totally confusing. Mentations, they are drifting. This is no writer’s block then. It’s a situation where I’m overwhelmed by the happenings in the environment containing me. I’m having bits and parts of many things to share.
On one side there is an escalating joy of a would-be uncle, and on the other a numbness of mind for being alone in this South East Asian piece of land and so on it goes.
Is this avalanching of thoughts…is this grace?? Or is it going to leave that acme just blank. A blank peak is again having an unnoticed side. Meditation. Because when the thought-less empty acme is your mind, then is a state of complete meditation. I would really love the either sides of that state.
