Clouds were dark again Lightning was ready to strike harder Rain of the pain was the only one on my side Athena was miles away from me I wanted to have her, was craving for her, She chose to smile from distance, I was standing under the dark sun, Alone, buried in pain, thoughtless, Wanted to run but legs were frozen Wanted to shout but voice in me died already Punched my hand on floor as hammer Blood splashed, pain increased, But I was happy; I enjoyed the pain of every strike I did not stop till I collapsed. I woke up next morning, my hands were swelling But there was no pain, On the ground Athena was smiling ,covered in my blood She was always there in me Me inside me born…. Clouds are not dark and Rainbow has taken place of lightning …. It was just a season change …
Becoming a writer is not a “career decision” like becoming a doctor or a policeman. You don't choose it so much as get chosen, and once you accept the fact that you're not fit for anything else, you have to be prepared to walk a long, hard road for the rest of your days. PAUL AUSTER