some of the best writers are born in may - ray, bond, manto. 

the only thing about this month i love. and obviously not that i was born in it. 

but somewhere here in this space of virtual world, i would like to believe that i, may be, am an average writer. that i may fall in the category of writers, too, for starters.

i read somewhere that it's the best thing to be a writer's love interest, because the writer will dedicate their words for you or may be turn you into his/her muse. but do all writers introduce their work to the person they were written for? or just keep their written word alive and not let them die in some virtual black hole of the internet? i really do not want my poems and texts to see this day. not that i'm enthusiastic enough to go all creepypasta on the person by asking - "hey... would you like to read a few poems i have written for you?" 

sometimes i wonder how strange our minds work. it always chases things, people and feelings which are mysterious, tease us and are clearly unrequited. but here, writers write about them. just to arrest them in their words which would at least stay closer and never leave them. doesn't matter if it makes sense to others, they know deep down in their pounding heart, who those words are meant for. and may be, if that person reads it, may be somewhere deep down, they know that those heartfelt words were meant for them.