How can a mere memory of an unpleasant moment cause so much pain?
It wasn’t this painful back then, I convince my harassed mind.
Why do you weep so much now for the events that transpired in the past?
You are stronger now, your younger fragile version didn’t wallow in pain, trust me, but you know that, don’t you?
Younger fragile? You are misinformed. Younger stronger matured. I wouldn’t be here without that person.
But now, I feel weaker. I feel betrayed for putting up with the messes so long ago. Perhaps I’m letting my mind marinate in the pain of not being there for the past me. …
It wasn’t easy to share with the world what I write.
Because what I write mainly is just unfiltered thoughts that zoom past me in a haste.
I am often surprised when my paper shines in black ink with words that were just random thoughts buzzing in my head.
Some days I wake up with a void in my heart that creates a vortex pulling me into a bottomless pit of nothingness,
where I feel lonely and empty,
where I question my existence.
Don’t I write prose and poetry?
Isn’t that wonderful?
After all, not everyone writes! …
Why do you cry?
My head asked my heart.
I don’t know was the answer.
Crying is not the solution
I reasoned with my sobbing heart,
Life is a mixed bowl of joy and sorrow
Accept with grace,
be it happiness or despair
Preached my head in a matter-of-fact tone.
Why do you laugh till the stomach hurts
at a silly joke?
Why do you feel pride
at a victory which seemed impossible?
Why do you recount for the umpteenth time
the stories where you come across as a hero?
Or even the silly ones which will warrant a laugh? …
When I find myself
and without any freedom
from somewhere I have no knowledge of
You warm my heart
as the flicker you are
as I try to keep your spark a little longer
Dear hope, I am who I am because of you
because you are here
to guide me
to fill me with strength
to nourish my mind with the thoughts of a better tomorrow
Sometimes I lose sight of you
but I know you will not leave my side
In your search I face agonies
believing that you will be back
and everything will be all right…
I’ve been in love with you
Since I learned to read,
Words, I loved,
To write and read,
To express and learn
To build a world of mine
With words and only words.
Yet, today, I fail
To express my unwavering love for you
In words rhyming and fancy
Exuding with charm and grace.
Together we may not be the best
But, you are the companion I seek
When I am lost.
I will be lost forever
Like a floating rock in the space
If not for you
And that’s true,
So very true.
Thank you, dear poetry
For filling the void
All these years. …
Back in the summer of 2015, we visited this heavenly place called Lake District, a national park in Cumbria in northwest England. Surrounded by beautiful mountains and lakes this picturesque little place will take your breath away with its charm and grace.
The lakes and the pleasant view that it offered definitely made our summer stay a fantastic experience. The boat ride gave us such a splendid sight of quaint cottages which in fact were the restaurants and the hotels providing delicious meals and beautiful rooms for a comfortable stay disguised as a page from a fairy tale.
Lake District has a history of inspiring many famous poets including William Wordsworth and Beatrice Potter in unleashing their creativity, thereby extending its magical spell to the world. …