“I was perfect
I am okay
I will be worst”
We were together
Believing, would be forever
We loved, We fought
But failed to cross the border
I dreamt you last night
Your angry face and my days of tears
It was hard for me
Am sure it was even harder for you
Who should I blame for this?
You, who was over possesive?
Me, who is over ambitious?
I was continuously writing for last two days, scribbles, scrunched papers, and broken nibs. And when everything was done and when I was supposed to post them, I felt lost.
Lost where? And how? I don’t remember. May be I don’t even know.
I used to help people with writing and self development and something I used to say was that ‘I would be a kingmaker rather than a king’. But today I’m neither a kingmaker nor a king. I’m just nothing, who has everything settled within; I can’t find it now.
But I also can’t let it go like that. It’s time to ask for help, if I don’t find one, it’s time to help myself out. I need to be consistent in whatever I do. I do writing. So, I should be consistently writing without a full stop.
For that, I have found few ways. May be this would help out people out there who are going through the same as I am now.
Remind yourself you are Writer
Sometimes, particularly when you feel like quitting, all you have to do is remind yourself that you are a writer. A writer never quits. Because for a writer words end only when they are dead. May be even after that, their words shall be passed on to the next generation. He said “You are never dead, you live in their hearts” and he is right, even I did not agreed to this quote.
Note down Every Words
This is what I call free write. There is no rule. Just random words. That may some way lead you to your next piece of art.
Keep writing; every day, whenever you can. Because that’s why we are here. That’s what we need. And do share it with everyone. There are people out there, who just need a push to reach out their hands to success. Help.
You have not grown enough
To understand others.
It was your pride
Lead to stumble upon strangers.
Some are wise, some are humble
Some are secrets, Some are intruders
They show the least of
What they had in their past.
They may tell you their present
‘Cause you belong there; no need to question that
Their future depend upon
How you welcome them to your heart
They may stay, they may leave
I advise, Expect the least; you wont get hurt
Strangers are strangers
Unless they understand who you are
But then, If you fail
Yourself to realize
Where you have reached and
It’s never enough to know the world
You are going to end up in tears
Like someday I did; yet I feel I continue
‘Cause I’m not grown enough
To understand the world
‘Cause they have never known
What I bear in my innate soul