I was very young say about 10 to 12 years old.... but started writing poetry much before.... my fans... ahhh who else.. my ever encouraging mother... don't get me wrong.. she's never been the one to think her daughter is the best:)// but she slyly wishes that... well I return to the ground:)... but this is not about her.. not yet...
Its about a person whose presence, whose love and who I understood long after he took the awaited journey...... awaited .. it came when he wanted.. it came when he saw everyone together.. it came too soon.. too soon to cherish the bond,, too soon to understand his presence in my life.. too soon to let go...
someone asked me ....."just tell me if u exist or no".. i guess I ll be able to answer that in what follows:)..... ever went through any suffering, any pain, any longing.... or a death.....
maybe they ll be able to understand what i aim through this series of posts...
prefer to make this a series.. so that its easier on a little weak heart:)....
but would like to conclude this one..
what is death...
a loss or a gain..
a relief mistaken for pain,
a truth forced to accept
or an enlightenment given by choice...
a life like that of a phoenix
or like the Rhyme of the Ancient Mariner.....
though penance is not what i aim.....
For me.. its given me the courage to write again , paint again,, and realize the relevance of passion.. and the zest for life.... AGAIN.
About Me
- muddlehead
- me.. a word...two simple alphabets but creating two different sounds... creating a distinctive word.. creating an important association.. but also creating the much dreaded freudian given ego:).. i'm a creature.... yet to defined yet to discovered yet to be understood... constantly redifining myself.. evolving day by day.. people, environments, opinions shaping me.. from my first glimpse of the 3rd rock's content.. i am yet to be given a word:)........experiencing every moment, every feeling, love or hate, compassion or jealously.. im a mere mortal.... "If the reader prefers, this book may be regarded as fiction. But there is always the chance that such a book of fiction may throw some light on what has been written as fact." — Ernest Hemingway (A Moveable Feast)
2 comments:
dahling...if what you say is really death, i would giv anything to die ...again n again...
i will second your mum baby...post, paint and makesure u kill ur fans again n again with ur talent...u call it death i call it orgasm ;)
hahah two of biggest fans eh..:)
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