need a title

           I think I need a title for this post. But I’m not getting any words which would match. It looks this whole post must be a title, and the contents of it would be in two words. Whatsoever, matter in the post is important, not the title. Well, it’s not my very first blog. Two years ago I signed up at a blog site, since then I could post only once. I don’t even follow any blogs and I don’t know exactly how a blog works. But it appears comfortable to share things out of my mind. It’s far better than keeping a diary and inking every thought on pages. My early work on this was a diary which I’ve written in coded language, so that no other can read it. I mentioned it only because now I wonder I’m going to share everything to the world.


           So, why i write?? It’s kind of tough question to answer. I think I like to write because I love to read. Every time I finish reading a book, in very next seconds I wish I could be a writer. As far as I know, reading pleases me and helps me to fetch whatever I want to seek out. Googling can do this as it is very fast and quick. Same way, after few moments I lose interest very fast and quick. The reason is I feel better with paper than with pc screen. Also, as I said before, blogging is interesting than writing pieces on paper. Perhaps, the answer for why I write is just I can’t keep quiet. Something urges in me to scream out something. I just can’t handle hide it. But it doesn’t mean I reveal all about me here. I just guess this is my diary, more or less.


           Now, another question comes in mind. What are the things I need to write here? Oh I can’t face these all questions. I better write whatever I want to write. There are thousand nice things to write about. But it’s hard to choose the nicest. So I write down a poem here. I wrote it a month ago, and soon it is going to publish in our college magazine. Have a look.


                                                                   The rain

                                                   Dark clouds pouring pearly droplets
                                               Birds with their kids are back to the nests
                                                    earth is giving off pleasant smell
                                                and it’s hard to explain how does it feel!

                                                   Raindrop touched a petal of rose
                                                petal blushed away! Oh, then it froze
                                                 leaves are smiled and turned away
                                                  they thought of raining every day!

                                                   raining please us in blissful way
                                                and can be emotional in some way
                                                 Eyes and sky both oozes droplets
                                                   yes! It’s one of nature's secrets!


         I afraid you would laugh after reading the above poem. Yes, the poem looks like children rhyme. But I love it. And I afraid my friends would laugh at me if they read it. That’s why I did not show this poem to friends yet and even I did not tell them about this. Moreover, I afraid how if they think poems are just junk?? .Let me see what happens. I just don’t bother at all. I will be back with new things. See you :)