I have tried a hand at writing,
But I'm not a writer like you.
I just pen down a few words,
And read it aloud,
Loud enough for myself to hear,
But it didn't make sense.
I do read quite a lot,
Books are my inspiration and motivation;
Reading lets me think creative,
Reading lets me live,
It lets me love!
It has always been my passion to write,
But career didn't let me do it.
It made me too busy
To sit at my desk for a while,
and pen a few lines.
I still remember the first time
my teacher caught me scribbling,
When I was in sixth grade behind my notebook,
She was furious,I know,
for her fair skin turned red
But she told me politely to publish it in school magazine.
And that's my first achievement, I would say.
My second achievement: letter for my love.
She loved every word in it,
And asked if I really wrote it.
It was annoying and
All I could do was just smile ,
What else can I do?
No one knew about my passion,
I hid it from them because I was scared.
Scared that I will be laughed at and criticised.
I smile even now for those days,
Those days when everything I saw,
Was mentally in my mind in the form of poetry.
It's been years, I know;
Every time I thought of grabbing my pen,
I was stopped by my own consciousness.
Why? I really don't know.
Maybe I knew myself,
I will write about the vague things and boring life around me.
Why I'm writing now after all these years, you ask?
Well, its because I realised something,
Something recently.
Life is all about everything around us,
It's okay to lose at times,
to taste a bit of it,
It's okay to work hard
to achieve what we lost.
I realised,
Poetry has everything that life can offer.
Poetry is what one feels.
I pick my paper and pen now,
And start writing what I exactly feel.
Penning thoughts one by one
I realise and learn everything together.
~Aarthi.N
