Today I wanted to write
Nothing stops me… I know
It was just a day like any other day
But today I wanted to write.

So many days go by
and we never write about it
Will writing about something
make you remember it better ?

Why should we remember ?
What is the point in remembering ?
remembering something that you cannot get again
lost is lost is lost is lost…. is lost….

We live in the past and yearn for the future
and ignore the present without remorse
may be that is why.. may be….
today I wanted to write.

Well ‘write, is the wrong word to use
I can say ‘type’..
by ‘type’ is so impersonal, so distant..
‘type’ seems so less involved.. lazy…

But I cannot write with a pen.
I wrote the other day
and it felt like I am writing with my left hand
And I am right handed…

There is an Art in writing.
I scribble…
even I cannot read
I have lost my skills to write

Yet today..
I wanted to write…..

-Vinod-