When I started writing, I didn't know where I would be heading.
Earlier, I wasn't fond of writing, but then, watching my sister write, I decided to give it a try.
And so I did.
My first poem was about a cat who wore a red hat, followed by many more such poems which I now find stupid, but earlier they meant everything to me :) But then, those were just the innocent days during which I knew about nothing apart from my tiny world!
If given a chance today, I would love to go back to those days. It's better to be in a tiny happy place rather than being in a wide world, where I get lost in every direction.
But then, once we grow up..our life takes a road of its own, right? Do things really fall into place?
My next poem was about the death of my dog. I have never known anyone closely, who is no more. Apart from my dog. Her loss got me to write something that was beyond the words of my tiny world. What is death like? And how difficult is it to get over someone who is no longer alive?
That was the first time I realized that our lives can end any moment..and nothing in the world can be done..
I started writing more after that. The words kept flowing..and I started converting all my feelings into words.
Penning down my thoughts gives my mind a rest. Else I go on thinking about the things I experience or what others do.
The guilt..the pain..the love..and the longings..
Endless fantasies, and pricking truths..
What ever my mind feels, my heart pours them out. And those words take me on a journey of its own.
I don't have to think. My pen just flows along the pages, filling it up, and letting me breathe in peace!
I never thought about how important blogging is for me. But now, it is the only place where I can be who I want to be, and where I can breathe.. and let go of the things that bind me.