People I know have always asked me why I have not taken up writing as my career. Well, I am a writer. Not that I am the author of a bestseller or I am a freelance writer, but yes I am a writer. And why I am one, when I have a terrific professional career, well, a writer helps me be everything.
Being a writer, I am a doctor who saves lives. An engineer who gives patents to his invention. A lawyer who battles for truth. An architect who gives life to stones. A sculptor who creates fountains of nothingness.
I can be a warrior failing in dust or a princess wearing a crown of emeralds.
Being a writer I am nature’s precious child. I can be the star in a majestic constellation. The corals of a jubilant reef. The whisper of the scarlet skies. The fragrance of a forgotten flower. The sweetness of the forbidden fruit. The cry of a dying forest, the rendezvous of a sparkling river. The elegance of a panorama. The iridescence of a rainbow. The song of an early bird. The melting snow, the blazing flames...
Being a writer, I am an adventure. I wander through the avenues of New York Himalayan Mountains
Being a writer, I am the vision of a blind. The voice of the dumb. The silence that is unheard. The strength of the fragile. The richness of the poor. The beauty of an un-prepossessed. The smile of a tear. The hope of the helpless. The fortune of fate. The innocence of brutality. The life of death. The possibility of the impossible…
Being a writer I am everything I ever wanted to be. I am what I can never be.
I love the essence of ivy ink bringing scented pages to life. I love the feeling of leading a million lives in one. I love the sight of words transforming my memories and dreams. I find peace in the echoes of my thoughts.
The pride of praise, the haunting of happiness makes me a writer…
Maybe I have an impeccable career ahead that will earn me great fortunes, but being a writer earns me these unlived moments, a quest that lingers with every piece of writing or poetry, a life that is a very mine!
