The Writer of this Blog is Missing?

Why do I have to say such a bizarre statement? Does this serve an interest? Does the writer want to convey any message? There could possibly have been a core reason. But, instead of delving into such questions from readers, let me do what I have been assigned. 

The writer had two roads to travel. The writer obviously chose the one where he finds empirical peace. The other road was more favorable to him. But, many times we have to go with the odd one. In choosing the odd one, the writer faced lots of challenges. He has been left out of the public domain. Simply, zone out. With no people, in a land of many known he was unknown to himself. The day to day routine has made him like a person who doesn't speak at all. Once the writer was a talkative person but now has ceased to be so. The three and half wall, one window with the door was enough of his companionship. Knowing the hard realities he still believes to be on the path he hasn't chosen but the world is cruel to everyone and he is no exception - so, a social suasion on him. The writer in a nighty sky is still looking for the moon in the midst of so many stars. Who the moon is for the writer - the answer is not known. May be the dream, may be his beloved, may be the city he left behind, may be the novel he wishes to accomplish and the list of speculation continues.

The writer feels the city in a very strange way. This happens when he misses his beloved. When he misses her, all sweetness turns into bitterness. The society is vague and we as a rational animal , still bounded by the string. Hypocrisy is hallmark of human thinking.

The city is terrible, 

People are heartless.

But,

I have to survive

Either for bread & butter

or

For the sake of poetry.

Does the writer indicate towards his beloved through poetry? Is the writer more passionate about his dream? So many unanswered interrogations with lots of uncertainties. But one thing is sure, the writer believes in Aristotalian philosophy - Literature is readerly not writerly. One may ask why the writer doesn't write himself? Why does he have to hire somebody else? Perhaps, the writer is trembling to write down everything. Perhaps, the writer finds no peace in writing. Perhaps, the writer is Livingly dead. 

Above written interrogative write-up tells how much chaos is in his mind and still he is in much silence - spreading an empathetic smile and looking ahead with his intoxicated eyes. How can a person keep oneself in solace? How can one not disturbed at all? Perhaps, the writer has embraced 'Solitude' over 'Isolation'. This is linguistically and Psychologically as well, out of the box approach. 

Whom to blame for all these? On this writer took a long breath of sigh and said worldly events are complementary to each other and there is continuous streak - to blame one is being impartial and to blame all is madness. So, there is no scope of setting 'Victimhood Mindset'. 

On meeting the writer, I felt much has changed positively. There is sense of satisfaction, composure, equal aplomb and an element of gratitude in him.

Above all, the writer is missing. But who will care for me - once the writer said to me. And before I could muster a word in response to his statement, he went missing. I don't know where but he went missing.