Like most self-proclaimed writers or poets (though I don't include myself in that category, thank you!) and there are many, I think, I... did not start early. Although, I've loved to read, more than anything, ever since I can remember... I didn't begin writing until I was 11 or 12 years old. And even then, I'd made this lousy and half-hearted attempt at story writing which, thankfully, failed.
Though I still flatter myself that it was a pretty good plot. Only, the issue was far too mature for a children's monthly magazine! But I admit that it was the cash prize offered that drove me to make the effort. I really think that should be ignored, by the way. I was just a kid! Moreover, what would I have done with the money? Not bought anything incriminating, that's for sure! Maybe far too many sweets and some books, that's all.
Anyway, it was only until I almost grew up (sarcasm intended!) that I realized that writing comes only as an after-effect of feeling. When you feel something, you write. Just as someone musical would sing when they feel something worth singing about. It's like a thoughts/feelings outlet for me. Though I highly refrain writing on the subject of 'love'. I only say that because people mistakenly use the words 'feelings' and 'love' interchangeably sometimes. Love, in my opinion, is far too abstract and a very ruthlessly overused idea. And so, I've decided to use my pen for far worthier causes.
Though, of course, that hadn't entered my head when I began to write. Heck! I hadn't even pondered on the absurdity of writing anything again. Not for a second!
So, the poem that I'm gonna share here is a little nostalgic and I wrote it on the night before my Science exam in VIII standard. It's a bit of a mix between childish and mature, but I think it's good for a first.
Here goes nothing:
Though I still flatter myself that it was a pretty good plot. Only, the issue was far too mature for a children's monthly magazine! But I admit that it was the cash prize offered that drove me to make the effort. I really think that should be ignored, by the way. I was just a kid! Moreover, what would I have done with the money? Not bought anything incriminating, that's for sure! Maybe far too many sweets and some books, that's all.
Anyway, it was only until I almost grew up (sarcasm intended!) that I realized that writing comes only as an after-effect of feeling. When you feel something, you write. Just as someone musical would sing when they feel something worth singing about. It's like a thoughts/feelings outlet for me. Though I highly refrain writing on the subject of 'love'. I only say that because people mistakenly use the words 'feelings' and 'love' interchangeably sometimes. Love, in my opinion, is far too abstract and a very ruthlessly overused idea. And so, I've decided to use my pen for far worthier causes.
Though, of course, that hadn't entered my head when I began to write. Heck! I hadn't even pondered on the absurdity of writing anything again. Not for a second!
So, the poem that I'm gonna share here is a little nostalgic and I wrote it on the night before my Science exam in VIII standard. It's a bit of a mix between childish and mature, but I think it's good for a first.
Here goes nothing:
Last Night When...
Last night when I lay in my bed,
Hearing a cuckoo, listening to everything she said;
The call was so beautiful, filled with memories,
Of my childhood, when I was not so good at studies;
When life was wonderful and I was so innocent,
When I knew nothing and I was so ignorant;
Caring never how summer and winter went,
Never realizing for what I was sent;
In this world, some people despised me but I never really cared,
I slept by my mommy, but couldn't understand of what I feared;
But now, the world has so much changed around me,
That innocence and that beauty has gone from my mind & me;
Last night when I lay in my bed, I cried,
That the world around me has gone so selfish, and bad.
PS: I will post more of my works here, but without a long preliminary speech, I promise.
