Writers..

When I say " writers ", I don't mean to address Jhumpa lahiri, Agatha Christie, Salman Rushdie, You, Your geeky friend or his thoughtful girlfriend's kid brother. What I am talkin 'bout is " ME ".
I am not one. I am multi. I am not single. I am many ( Yet committed ). I am not just me. I am us.
I am not expecting, No-NO ! I am just accepting. I am not a moon. I am stars. I am not a nose. I am eyes ( and I don't mean ears, legs etc. but EYES ). I am not a sea. I am channels. I am not an integer. I am words. I am not a writer. I am " Writers as well as Writer's ".

Being one/s, I think we have the leverage of inflictin upon poor-lesser mortals, unbearable agony. We'd think random nuisance at 3: 40 AM, Turn on our mad-man ( Computer ) and start typin. We type cuz we have this thought that we've evolved from the huntin-gatherin phase and we are soon gonna be there again. So while we have the mad man available at our beck and call, We'd torture him till our return to Stone age ( I know, while readin all this you look at me as some great writer of Proto history but its khay by me ).

I have always met my writer past midnight. No matter how much I howl, scream and call for it in the daytime, It won't appear. And when I try to sleep it pulls my quilt and drags me to the mad man ( Pimp-my-WRITEr ). At times they are many. They put forth different thoughts and I am the one who's suppose to be jottin them down. The next day when I read my post, I can barely make sense of what I've written, but its only past midnight when the connotation of each symbol floats in the air and tickles my brain.

I feel lucky at times that I've been blessed with this idiosyncracy. Atleast I can write whatever and calm down. Cuz when distress befalls, We all become nothin but clowns in the hands of no strings, no matter how sophisticated we think we are. We all are silent sufferers. We'll die but confide. We'll break down but open up. We'd be all poised but let loose. We'll not smile but let a few tears out. And then I ask them silently why ? Why resident evils, why won't you ? But its become a long chain of no answers now. And my environment ma'am teaches me not to disturb a food chain. Why'd I disturb their food chain when it doesn't hurt them while they eat what they eat ?

* Yawns * I am so done with this. See, I wrote and de-stressed. I din't smoke a couple o smokes and neither did I swig down a few shots. But then m not even campaignin for " AA " ( hahaha ).