March 1 is the day when I and ‘my words’ were born together. So, my words are my twin mates; they cannot live without me and I cannot survive without them. If someone asks about me, he can read what I have written as my words mirror me. From the first breath of life till the last, there are words. Some are sweet and most wanted, some are hard to hear and bear while some have simply no flavor. But still they are there. I will repeat my words here ‘Every world is the world of words’. Deriving meanings out of the words and giving ears to the unsaid is predestined, I believe; not every ear is assumed to hear.
Blogging is my oxygen which cannot be compromised at any cost. Before the term bloggor came across me, I was desirous of writing and writing though it was confined to the subjects of my poetry in Urdu and Punjabi languages along with my autobiography which are still in the pipeline. I will have to carve out time to speak on me sooner or later. Blogging in the present scenario has opened new horizons for me and I expanded my circles to diverse subjects. I blog from heart not with hands and it leaves me empathied with what I write. I become one with what I say.
Blogging matters the most in my life. If someone subtracts it from me, there will be nothing behind in me. Everything around me inspires me but there are certain ‘week points’ which make me highly vulnerable to express my inner world. Evening is a free source of inspiration for me. Evenings flood into me with ‘spontaneous flow of powerful feelings’. Seeing Nature, ‘Wordsworth living in me’ jumps out and starts writing. Nature speaks to me. Desert is the most powerful image in my life which extends to and expands in many dimensions in my life. Night is yet another metaphor of creation; my nights fuel my heart with fathomless thoughts. Winter nights married to the agonies of the frailties of kinships sting me and my aching heart talks of pains. Heart is my identity mark in what I have blogged so far.
Making money out of blogging (Dog Data) is still a question mark and I know my bloggor fellows are streets ahead of me where the monetization comes. I am striving for coping with it. My only fear in life is ‘the fear of unsaid’. I am afraid I won’t be able to say all what I intend. Life is too short and words are too many. Can I outsource someone to speak of me?
Your invitation: Fine Art of Blogging
Rather than nature blogger, she seems to be a natural blogger. Last para is so very effective and loaded. Would follow her.
O so sweet Sadia. Thank you:)
Welcome to this world of blogging and found your article very interesting. Nature is an interesting topic and wish you all the best. Happy blogging Saima
Thanks a bunch Sajini
I dont think anyone else can speak for you …..
Yes Sajini hearts cannot be outsourced perhaps?
By ‘nature blogger’ you mean a natural blogger.
You can say that Lahorya:)
I am afraid I won’t be able to say all what I intend. Please don’t be afraid. Just say it all straight. Life is too short.
Can I outsource someone to speak of me? May be you can. Important question is to whom?
You are right Julian. Yes, Important question is to whom? I agree
Great discovery. I am going to follow Dog Data.
Thanks Dominie:)
If i spoke my mmind, I know i will be deep in trouble. Don’t. Please don’t.
Spoke of mind or heart Lauren?
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Thanks Kausar Bilal. Goodness of you.
Miss Saima has one of the most charismatic way of expressing
. I must mention here her heart is as beautiful as her words are . Lucky to be her friend 
.
Thanks Sara. Love you;)
Nice Saima , I liked you blog site.
Thanks for encouragement Kamran
Welcome to the part of life called blogging. Happy blogging to you.
Many thanks Salem:)
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I love your dog work. I have two of the dogs you wrote about there.
Glad to know that. Lupe B.