Wednesday, February 16, 2022

The same pool

 Swirling in my own thoughts, 

Sometimes drowning in monotony or despair,

Sometimes breaking the surface in elation and new light,

But always in the same pool.


Poetry always comes easily, short, sweet, and complete in itself - be it 7 lines or 70. 

Writing prose is always difficult because we need to give it a beginning, middle, and end. Much like life itself.

Wednesday, January 25, 2017

Keep Creating

Floating around blogosphere are several abandoned relics - a testament to the nature of humans. Deserted blogs, inactive social media profiles, failed attempts at journaling, news and reporting initiatives, collectives and many more such scraps of creation. This is also true of startups, inventions, art and everything else in the world.

Each of them stands testament to the creative force of human kind and the lack of perseverance in equal measure. They showcase the nature of humans to indulge in novelty and discard when the novelty wears off. I do not have any statistical backing but I'm willing to bet that on the World Wide Web there are at least 10 failed attempts for every successful one. I think, 10 is underestimating the actual volume but I'm trying to be the glass half full in the absence of actual figures.

What about the successes - you ask... Why ignore those? I'm not really ignoring those, they are already getting enough attention and hence they're being labelled a success.
Where I'm actually getting to is that within these so called failures are the streaks and the ingredients of success - that someone tried, that an attempt was made, that an idea was brought to life.

So, today is a toast to all the initial successes which were eventual failures. Let them not weigh you down! They stand there outside of you, a reflection of you in the world - as proof that you can create, you can build.

So what if it didn't succeed - keep creating, keep building and never stop. You will someday make something which will get enough attention to be labelled a success. Till then, the world is better of for just having one more creator.

Saturday, February 07, 2015

Restart

In the quest of finding the right subject, I think I might have lost my voice.

Expression still requires practice. So thus I restart.

Thursday, July 18, 2013

My Battle With Ego & Pride

We're friends,
That's nice,
We talk,
We're fine,

Pride is hurt
Ego is slighted
Every time
You choose her
You pick her

I still come back
I'm there
In the background
Waiting
For your attention
For your care
Its not there
Its never there

Why do I still wait
Pride hurt
Ego slighted

In your presence
They evaporate
When you're gone
They torment me

Friday, May 31, 2013

Letting Go

If saying goodbye hurts so much, why do we say goodbye? Because it hurts so much more to keep holding on to something that isn't there. Like you’re hanging off a ledge and someone is jumping up and down on your hands but you still can’t let go. Like when you’re little and you’re being tickled…you shout for it to stop because it’s torture, but then you go back for more, because somehow being tickled makes you feel safe and special. Holding on is like that…but the torture is painful…and it doesn't make you smile. That’s why we’re supposed to say goodbye. That’s why we’re meant to let go.

The hardest part is letting go when you never had something real to hold on to.