One can’t write unless one feels. Though I feel something almost everyday, yet there are some days when my mind is void of all. There is a numbness that I feel all over me, inside and outside. At such a time, I crave for a muse and reminisce the loss of many muses in the past who played a beautiful role in shaping variant parts of me.
“I don’t love you,” she replied to him as he sat on one knee with a rose in his hand, looking at her face with love in his eyes and smile on his lips. “I am sorry,” she apologized with a hope that he won’t feel hurt.
Climb up the stairs.
Put the second foot behind the first.
You will grow when you will dare
to walk and cross over each hurst.
“You won’t be able to do it”,
“It will become so tough for you”,
“There, you will never be able to fit.”
They’ll repeatedly tell you.
It will work out the way you want.
Just breathe and be positive.
Smile at the terrifying problems and nightmares.
Be empathetic and sensitive towards all.
To err is human.
We stumble and we fall
in an up-and-down situation,
till the end, to know it all.
A lot of the early poets and authors refer to poetry as something to look down upon. Some try to bind it in verses, definitions and distinctions while others are still figuring out its techniques and methods through the use of the same throughout the process.
What to do
when you can’t pursue
what you wish to?
He is strong
yet soft as wax.
He needs too to let
his emotions relax.