What makes you write?

I want to write

Poetry that frees my mind.

The constant chattering that keeps me awake each night.

I want to put on paper every minute detail.

Every drop of my being and every breath of my life.

I want to write

Poetry that finds a way.

To perhaps another lost soul like me.

Someone who wants to find voice through my words and can express in my words what they feel.

What is it that keeps them up at night?

I want to write

Poetry that gives hope.

After each night spent in wakefulness, 

There comes a brighter day.

There comes acceptance and understanding. 

Making me wiser than before.

I want to write.

Yes I want to write.

For there is no way better to express myself, 

Discovering and accepting my thoughts,

Through rants I call poetry.

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So I stumbled across this photograph on Facebook with the caption, complete the sentence "I want to write ..." I stared at it for a good minute before I scrambled for a pen and piece of paper to scribble on. The above was what I did write. I didn't intend to publish it to be honest, but then I realised it was a great way to interact and know what would you fellow bloggers want to write about too. After all, a Facebook post compelled me to write this one!

What do you want to write? Please do mention below in the comments :)

The age of questions

I'm a 23 year old woman, who has recently completed her master's degree. I'm working quite happily with my family business that has taken me places in the past three years.

Most of my friends are either hitched,  engaged or hitched with kids. So its not surprising that I get asked a lot of questions about the next most apparently obvious thing in my life. Just a small background I thought I should perhaps give you before I shall reveal the questions that annoy me and make my blood boil.

The ten questions that I absolutely hate hearing are:

1. So, when are you getting married? (Uhm what?)

2. Oh your best friends are all married, perhaps you're next? ( It's their choice, not mine!)

3. Are you dating? Do you want to marry him? ( None of your business!)

4. You're 23 na? No plans of getting married soon? (So????)

5. You know Suresh's uncle's cousin's neighbour's daughter is getting married. (Get the underlying question there? )

6. Asked by those Aunties you rarely meet. "Oh beta, padhai khatam ab shaadi?"
(Studies over, now marriage? Is that all to life really? )

7. Why don't you do MBA if you're not planning on getting married? ( Yeah right! Please explain the connectivity of the two. Seriously I love the way things are right now.)

8. At a cousin's wedding, " You know the groom's brother is quite handsome. Do you want me to set you up? "( No thank you please! I'm here to attend a marriage, not start my own story)

9. WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU DON'T WANT TO GET MARRIED NOW? (Ahem, what part do you not get?)

10. Mom: "Beta, what do you want to eat? " ( Okay I secretly love this one. I love the way mum is so blissfully different, not once has she ever questioned me about marriage. Thank God! But the one question she never fails to ask me is this one. *sigh* I love you mum, I really do. I can eat anything and everything that you will make for me. Even if it's pizza or boiled egg. You don't need to ask me at all! )

Ps: I have nothing against marriage, it shall happen when it happens. But I do hate it when everyone is hell bent on asking me the same question over and over again. I'm sick and tired of this question, the next person who asks me this shall have a curse from me, to be forced to suffer back to back Himesh Reshammiya songs running in their ears. I think you get the idea.

So, what questions annoy you?

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This post is written for Indispire, ten questions that you hate.

The reasons

I write, to bring you closer.

It's when I write that I feel that you're in my presence.

In writing can I express freely, that what I've been afraid to tell.

In writing could I show you the extent.

In writing could I dream, of what may be.

Why is it that you disagree? Will I ever know what goes on in your heart? Would I ever hear you say that what I've been parched for?

You return my gaze after much hesitation.. Your eyes hold mine, as if they wanted to tell all.. I look away, too shy to hold contact.

Reality sets in all too soon..

I write to imagine all that may not happen between us, and the pain that follows thence in knowing reality, once again.

Of what couldn't be.

Of the turmoil my heart faces each day in not knowing what you feel.

I write to be free.