Many times I had tried writing a poem real, raw and embedded with emptiness or that blinding darkness But I couldn't. I myself found them ugly, repulsive. So always ended beautifying those half broken alphabets up with some soothing lullabies I sang to my sleep deprived eyes Night after night. Year after year. Today's #writinggyan was "write as if you'll never be read. That way you'll be sure to tell the truth." It is a thought provoking fact atleast for me with some questions I never dared to ask myself. Was I ever really honest while pouring my mind out on those rough, unused paper?? Here also I played safe with the word 'mind' by not using 'heart'. Why in the hell, I had a urge to write about some random person becoming another person's anchor while I myself was shipwrecked?? Does it matter really
