Something long pending, but never quite got around writing it.
Whenever people hear that I write poems, their first reaction is that of a deep shock and surprise . Not even in their wildest imagination, anyone would have thought so. And I don’t blame them, because I never thought I could write something meaningful .
One thing I never do is, talk about what has happened – be it yesterday or couple of years ago. Only a very few people actually know about it and I prefer that only a few only know about it. It’s not something that I want to say to all because it might change what people think about me . And at the same time, I am very much happy with letting people think what they want because I know what I am and that’s what matters most (ofcourse, there are certain people whom I trust, respect, care about whose opinion I value a lot and only to them, I tell about the past ) .
It is purely by accident that I realized I could write and due to certain incidents, I started writing . Initially it was purely to keep myself distracted from certain things and thoughts. Over time, I felt confident to publish them in a discussion forum, I frequented and that changed everything. I came into contact with a very good friend and an extremely talented poet, who through his writings inspired, educated and honed my “rather amateurish” writing .
As I started to experiment by writing more and with expert guidance from him, I gradually settled down to a form/style of writing that was very comfortable for me. But then I got stuck as to what to write. Then I decided to write what I wanted to say. I do not express or say my emotions to people, so what better way than to get them out as poetry.
To cut a rather long story, right now my writing falls broadly into 3 categories
- What I feel – my emotions, thoughts and feelings.
- What I see – movies, other people, other incidents etc…
- What inspires/affects me – again from movies, music, real life incidents etc…
To a normal person, what I write may sound very random and lacking any meaning. Simply because they might not be comfortable in acknowledging certain inner emotions, which I am very comfortable in dealing with.
Yeah, if you don’t seem to understand my poetry, it’s ok, time will come when it will make perfect sense to you. Till then, keep reading while I continue writing