A Speck of Query

I guess scribbling is an art that needs no formal introduction to us word lovers. It is a form of art that starts from a speck of a letter and evolves through wavy lines, ignored corners and unwanted spaces on paper/digital media. An evolution that times defy even the most sanest of our logic and interpretations to form the numerous avatars of sentences and paragraphs that we christen as blogs, journals, entries, poems, stories et al.

Ever wonder what brings forth these scribbles that evolve? The scribbles that magnify the emotions/ideas that were embedded in us. The scribbles that give shape to the impulses in our mind through the ink that flow on paper/words that appears on the digital media.

Is it us or is it the world around us that initiates this action of scribble?

Ponder, Pondering and Still to Ponder

Sometimes, somewhere there creeps the eerie feeling, a feeling that somehow makes you feel is resonating amidst the memories that have faded in time. A feeling that, no matter how much you try to evade the more you are still addicted to it. Well it is a cranky feeling. I am not talking about the finesse of a rolled tobacco nor is it the smooth flow of alcohol. Instead I stop and ponder upon the wizardry of love.