So You Want To Be A Writer by Charles Bukowski
if it doesn't come bursting out of you
in spite of everything,
don't do it.
unless it comes unasked out of your
heart and your mind and your mouth
and your gut,
don't do it.
if you have to sit for hours
staring at your computer screen
or hunched over your
typewriter
searching for words,
don't do it.
if you're doing it for money or
fame,don't do it.
if you're doing it because you want
women in your bed,
don't do it.
if you have to sit there and
rewrite it again and again,
don't do it.
if it's hard work just thinking about doing it,
don't do it.
if you're trying to write like somebodyelse,
forget about it.
if you have to wait for it to roar out of
you,
then wait patiently.
if it never does roar out of you,
do something else.
if you first have to read it to your wife
or your girlfriend or your boyfriend
or your parents or to anybody at all,
you're not ready.
don't be like so many writers,
don't be like so many thousands of
people who call themselves writers,
don't be dull and boring and
pretentious,
don't be consumed with self-love.
the libraries of the world have
yawned themselves to
sleepover your kind.
don't add to that.
don't do it.
unless it comes out of
your soul like a rocket,
unless being still would
drive you to madness or
suicide or murder,
don't do it.
unless the sun inside you is
burning your gut,
don't do it.
when it is truly time,
and if you have been chosen,
it will do it by
itself and it will keep on doing it
until you die or it dies in you.
there is no other way.
and there never was.
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I believe him.

Aaj rung hai hey maan rung hai ri

Moray mehboob kay ghar rang hai ri

Sajan milaavra, sajan milaavra,

Sajan milaavra moray aangan ko

Aaj rung hai........

Mohay pir paayo Nijamudin aulia

Nijamudin aulia mohay pir payoo

Des bades mein dhoondh phiree hoon

Toraa rung man bhayo ri......,

Jag ujiyaaro, jagat ujiyaaro,

Main to aiso rang aur nahin dekhi ray

Main to jab dekhun moray sung hai,

Aaj rung hai hey maan rung hai ri.

Translation-

What a glow everywhere I see, Oh mother, what a glow;

I’ve found the beloved, yes I found him,

In my courtyard;

I have found my pir Nizamuddin Aulia.

I roamed around the entire world,looking for an ideal beloved;

And finally this face has enchanted my heart.

The whole world has been opened for me,

Never seen a glow like this before.

Whenever I see now, he is with me,

Oh beloved, please dye me in yourself;

Dye me in the colour of the spring, beloved;

What a glow, Oh, what a glow.

courtesy:http://oldpoetry.com/opoem/64189-Amir-Khusro-Aaj-Rung-Hai-

Ramadan Nights
Once again it is the time for nocturnal seances with the spirit and the body. I dont know why but yes the realization of the two heightens during these thirty days. On the first eve of this Holy month I was constantly beaming, the official announcement for Ramadan was delayed, but I felt something stir in me as if something magical was about to begin. I dont know why but the new mosque near my home looked brighter and grander as I walked towards it to know if tarawih prayers were being held there.