The first time I penned my feelings down,
Was when I started expressing my grief
Over those hard times of 2015-2016,
When my father was bed ridden;
Attacked by a rare neuro disorder.
We did all we could do,
But our final hope was just to pray for him.
The journey of my pen started.
But little did I knew; it would
Take the shape of poetry one fine day.
I started composing poems, one after the other.
I was so raw a writer then.
My pen wasn't sure what to write and how to.
I failed innumerable times...
Still the pen kept on bleeding,
Because I had so much to feel and write.
I wasn't aware of the truth about myself,
That 'poetry' is my most intense passion
And the only thing I would ever live for!
I was ignorant of the fact then,
That I need to write.
From Heaven to Earth,
Every person is descended with a purpose.
And my purpose is to write!
I write that I feel, see and experience...
The words are nothing, but
The pure representation of
The real life happennings...
' November 13, 2015 ' is important to me.
A date, a day, a month and a year
Of my first published poetry ;
Titled 'Humanity'.
Ever since, I have been writing
Sans a pause or a quit.
And my pen will stop to bleed, the day
When my breath will stop to breathe...
▪︎ iwrite
● My story - What made me a poet.
Beautiful and strong. More power to you. 👊