I'm a sponge

that's never tired of soaking the new,

the never seen before,

but with roots firmly planted

in the depths of my seabed. 

I am me.

I’m ADHD. I’m Tourette’s.

I’m Autism-spectrum. I'm 40.

And yet, not of any age.

I’m my words.

I’m my expressions.

My hashtags, my articulations.

I’m my Big Ideas.

I’m the visuals I think.

I’m my never-give-up effort.

I’m the continuing journey of craft.

I’m the possibility of art.

I’m the films in my head.

I'm the business ideas in my breath.

I’m the ink-pen nib between my fingers.

I’m the blotches, the sensitivity,

the prospect of never being fully formed,

the obstinate senses never tired to learn.

I’m the coming out that was long due.

I’m a lover of the crusade of writing to the real world.

I will write like it's a duel till my very end.

And I will give the world what it deserves.

Masterpieces in communication and story-telling.

The way Piyush Pandey has done

over the last 40 years or more.

The way Mohan Rakesh has done.

The way David Droga & Kubric has done. ​

I'm still the beginning,

never looking at the end.

I would love to share my journey with you

and give you truly what only I can:

my writing style, my wide-angle eye,

my ability to extract large thoughts from small incidents

and the power to criticise myself

and discard what I have written,

the moment it starts seeming it's self-indulgent... 

the imagination to start all over again

in search for the final thought

that every meaningful piece of writing walks into

like rivers flowing into a delta

to be one with the ocean,

which is not one... never one...

'coz if collects and collects

irrespective of the moon, clouds, night

or the Sun.