Me and My Blog

Today someone asked me how have people reacted to my blog? And I was clueless. It actually suddenly struck me somewhere and I had to go back to the root of my blog. What's the purpose of it? I write to express and I write to understand. I write and I read. I read and I rewrite. And yet somethings are there which will never come across in my reading of my own writing. That is where it becomes so critical to solicit critcism. So the people who matter have to pitch in. And yet I am still to receive any criticism so far. Apart from being told that I wrote just for the heck of it, I am yet to get a peep into myself from the eyes of a reader of my blog. Does that mean that there is a lack of clarity in my writing? Or is it just that I am asking the wrong question? I don't know. Maybe its just not meant to be the way it is. Or it is just meant to be the way I wish it to be. Again the mystery lies in what I can see but I can't comprehend. Till then, I'll use the excuse that I write to just express myself. Beyond that I can't see. I'm a blind man .. I'm a blind man ..

If you're leaving close the door.
I'm not expecting people anymore.

Hear me grieving, I'm lying on the floor.
Whether I'm drunk or dead I really ain't too sure.

I'm a blind man
I'm a blind man and my world is pale.
When a blind man cries
Lord, you know there ain't no sadder tale.

Had a friend once in a room,
had a good time but it ended much too soon.

In a cold month in that room
we found a reason for the things we had to do.

I'm a blind man
I'm a blind man, now my room is cold.
When a blind man cries
Lord, you know he feels it from his soul.

I'm a blind man
I'm a blind man, now my room is cold.
When a blind man cries
Lord, you know he feels it from his soul.

-- Deep Purple