Mischief Managed

A sweet Sonnet narrated in a wonderful movie "Patch Adams" dedicated to the love of my life :)   I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off. I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between shadow and the soul. I love you as the plant that never blooms but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers; thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance, risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body. I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where, I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I don't know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I nor you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep it is your eyes that close.

I am Ahmad Jamal Tahir and this is my blog. This is my first post. and it seems funny . It's the 1st of August 2010 and 6:41 pm by my computer clock. Often I have thought that writing something is incredibly easy because I have often imagined so many stories in my mind. So I thought if I can imagine it I can write them too. I was hopelessly mistaken of course. Writing as it turns out is one of the toughest things you had tried. I would prefer reading instead of it, however, another interesting fact is that if you are a reader you will be tempted to write. It is a vicious circle or system a mutual conspiracy of reading and writing to entangle humans. Here is another fact once you write you will not be satisfied with it. It would all feel childish to you with no meaning at all and you will try to get the approval of other writers. Eventually, those who check your writing will praise yours for sure. That is the brighter side of writing and reading.  Anyway, what am I writing? the titl