I open my mouth and no words come out, open my heart and no feelings are declared. Try to spill some words on a sheet of paper yet they don’t make sense. My words burst out in fragments with incomplete ideas, thoughts and feelings. Every person is born with a unique speciality...I can’t look for mine. I wish I could sing or dance or paint or write...I know I have a fickle heart and some bitterness; maybe that unique talent would have shaped me to some extent.  I don’t want to be ordinary. I want to die as an inspiration...wants to leave a story behind before I die, probably as my ‘only valuable possession’. I know I have a spark in me; I’m just looking for that fire; a fire that will not only burn the nation’s mind but also me. 

Nothing makes much sense to me. I’m still looking for that ‘fire’ to scream and shout for. But how do I go so deep? How do I start the fire? Or is it going to die with the passage of time leaving no remains and even no spark behind? Is it me waking up or am I slipping away from my own hands...deviating from my aims? I don’t want to lose myself! I feel like travelling in a roller coaster of emotions and I hate the feeling. Maybe a little encouragement or a little push from someone might do the trick. I wish I could make wonders through my writing. This is one talent that I genuinely desire for. Generate my own thoughts and stories and let the world sing on it like a beautiful melody or a dynamic drama. Words that would generate the lost emotions in people and that are worth being inspired for. You know what scares me? It’s that I don’t want to lose this frustration and desperation in me. I can smell the small fire inside me and feel the heat. Even though this uncertainty in me is a great pain, but it’s one of those pains that you miss once it has stopped. Everyone’s life is special. We all have a story to yell about in our own fashions; and that’s what makes it sound so huge. I wish I knew what my fashion is.