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Loud Rain

The rain is loud now, As if a giant feet arises from the clouds To step on the river under the bridge of my heart And disturb it in such a way That the sails of ships bend, And the water touches the bridge from below, Tickling it to sorrow… The rain is loud now, But actually, it has always been like this. You were there once, And I never felt it. But now, All there is Is this sorrow That tickles me from inside, As if it wants me to laugh, Yet doesn’t let me At the same time…
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If you choose money, then...

 If you choose money over everything else,

Don’t write.

If you choose some thing, feeling or person over writing,

Don’t write.

If you read only one poet and think you understand poetry,

Don’t write.

If you enjoy Charles Bukowski's novel ‘Pulp',

Don’t write.

If you need beer, a cigar, or caffeine to put a word down,

Don’t write.

If you want to make a living writing,

Don’t write.

If you write only love poems and you write for someone other than yourself,

Don’t write.

If you don’t have the courage to offend someone,

Don’t write.

If you think you have to write something inspirational when you're not inspired, just to please someone,

Don’t write.

If you are not prepared to face your family's wrath,

Don’t write.

If you consider anything or anyone above writing,

Don’t write.

If you feel too empty,

Don’t write.

If you feel too full,

Don’t write.

If it is not a therapy to get things off your back,

Don’t write.

If you're not honest to your feelings,

Don’t write.

If it’s difficult,

Writing is not for you.


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