A Blank Title

A blank Page suggests more than any other page. Sometimes I think its unfair to fill it. Is it an identity lost ? Am I doing justice by filling it?
Are my words the reason for existence of this page or the page the reason for the existence of my words ?
There is something unsettling but at the same time calming about a blank page. Pure, Untouched , harmless and open. Free of opinions and judgements. Its like, the blank page and the clear sky are sharing a serene secret. We all like the clear sky and the blank page. A blank page is seldom crumpled and thrown. Yet there is this compulsive habit to fill it.... and then wonder if that was what was to be written , for now, the page has lost its original identity forever.. Its fate decided by the writer, it has become one among the mass. Sometimes its appreciated, rarely ever coveted and preserved.

Pages come and pages go.. but its the blank page that stays forever and ever.