Dialogue with Diary

I'm not able to agree with the serene cover page for the book.

Whenever I look at it, I could hear my heart's refusal to settle with the exterior serenity. "How could a creation happen with a cool and balanced mind. We chiselled ourselves and each piece is the word that you have written and feel proud of. But my dear! writing is not that simple act. It's a tsunami that carries us to the shores where the destruction of something results in the creation of a new world. It destroys the writers peace of mind, serenity of the heart, or takes him on flight or bleeding foot to the places unknown.

Yes...

Writing is never a simple act.

It appears simple. It's vocabulary sounds simple. The lay out on the page looks calm. The alphabet carry the laughter or the melancholy of the heart. They even stun us with a different mind frame. But the birth place of the alphabet is the war field in the mind's vision. There the writer sees something that touched his heart or disturbed him to the eternity. This results in the blank ink spreading on the page or the laptop screen.

The lines that spread over the pages release the writer from the heart's heaviness or the mind's madness or souls soliloquy or the momentous silenc.
I welcome you all to my world that carries the moments of turbulence, pain, agony, ecstasy, a blind war within.
Every page of the book is the heart and mind's dialogue with each other. One overpowering the other. When do they come to terms with each other, then is born the Diary of their Dialogues.
Dear all welcome to "Dialogue with Diary"

My baby is getting ready to be born to be in your hands.
Just a few days wait.
The count down has begun. 

-- noenglish