I’ve been writing quite a bit. I think you notice that there’s always a new article or poem up on the blog, nowadays. I know they seem depressing and melancholy- completely wretched- The overwhelming feeling of emptiness.

But that is the only time I can put pen on paper and actually feel the writing.
I’m a hapless writer of happy thoughts, unless it is sarcasm which in way can be looked upon as a comic relief.

Now you see there have been quite many writers who write happy. It’s the flimsy feeling of “glad” which doesn’t seem to go deeper than a smile. It doesn’t strike a chord inside, not at least with me.

Happiness doesn’t have many varieties to it, again if you pay close attention. The range isn’t too vast. It is sadness which runs so deep that it is difficult to fathom its bottom, ever. It can reach scales which can’t be replicated by happiness. If you’ve seen an ice-berg, the tip is vast, but it is only one-tenth of what lies below. The tip is happiness, and what lies below is sadness.

I’ve made it away of life. Something feels missing and wrong, if sadness doesn’t find its way into my day everyday. It doesn’t become an inspiring day.

Ok there! People- don’t look at me like a masochist, I’m not that. I love my life and I don’t hurt it. That’s why I have to write everyday.

It works like taking out the daily poison from the system. It is the cleansing the emotional system. It keeps the circulation of thoughts proper, and those hyper nerves get a garbage bag to store the tension. You can’t expect clean waters when you’re cleaning that dirty laundry. Similarly, writing (at least mine) can’t be hopeful and happy, if I’ve been taking out the negativity. It is like brushing your teeth every morning and like taking a bath. It has to be done at least once everyday.

Too insane, is it? But I can’t help that. You see, it is an insane world. To survive it and survive it everyday, thoughts need to be worded. There already too much fitted into that brain and heart. Let’s not choke it further with thoughts.
Take them out, give them words. It works like therapy. Psychologists aren’t mad when they ask you to write everyday, if you get thoughts- good, bad, ugly- whatever. It is a healthy habit.

So don’t get so worked up. It’s happy world still !!!