I have a story to tell !

It has been long I handcuffed my pen,which is like a suicide to an author.Only a writer or a poem can understand the ugliest guilt he would have felt for not lifting his pen and paper.This condition kills a writer within,he gets frustrated at himself..even I think this may be a reason for suicide among writers(which is very rare).


But let us keep aside my 'personal philosophy' and begin a new journey..and I hope you all will hold my hand during this roller-coaster ride.

I am a poet basically and writing blogs is to add some sense and background to my poetry.Sometime the words used by a poet are so simple to understand but it the readers extract a different meaning to it according to their mood,nature,education and situation.And  the real experience and beauty of a poem can only be enjoyed when a reader steps into the thoughts of the poet.For this to happen it requires two humans to think alike and it is a rare phenomenon.

So to understand the depth of a poem,a poet must simulate the scene of his poem.This may be done by a brief introduction to the 'birth of poem' or tagging the 'imaginative story'/'real story' based on which he composed his poem.

Some poet believe that explaining a poem to his readers will reveal the secrets and real beauty of poetry.But I think there is always a story behind each poem.And knowing that 'behind the scene' story makes the reader experience each and every word of the poem.

So through my blogs I will try to pen down my stories behind each of my poem.So keep following.

THE TURNING POINT

Hello everyone,

I have been so eager to share this beautiful part of my life but my creator,RAJ,so called busy these days never allowed himself to sit before laptop and spare an hour for me.i feel pity not only on my friends but on all other “non-living things”(this is the name given to us by some bloody human) who never gets a mediator to express themselves.contradictory to human knowledge on all “non-living things”,we have lot more things and experiences to share,with not even a single page of rubbish or non-sense things unlike the so called “civilized humans”.but only few lucky guys like me gets chance to express their “beautiful story” via mediator like RAJ(thats why I love him from heart even though rough at mouth).

Hey I think we got diverted from the actual story.hmmm…ya got it.

RAJ got busy with his studies and never talked with me for many days.i thought that my end was near and was crying on my fate.everyone has some dreams,some goals,some desires,some expectation and a  desire to have long life,so I do.but sensing the death around me I lost all hopes,on God and also on RAJ.

But some important events of life happen without least expectation and they change your life.and I consider this event(the turning point)as the most memorable and sweetest part of my life.

One day RAJ read poem of a junior in his college magazine.he liked the poem so much and decided to talk with that girl.so he messaged her through facebook and after two or three days he got reply from her on his mobile.RAJ came to know about her and read the beautiful poems written by her.this friend(SHRUTI) and her poetry inspired him so much and he got transformed into a poet.the outer shell over his talent was uncovered by her.she came as light into his dark path and showed the way ahead.she transformed his life.

Now RAJ with his creativity and inspiration of his friend started a long journey into the “world of poetry”.into the world of imagination and creation,into the world of positive thinking..so now with his new poem,a new member was added to my family,a new thought to the world and a new friend to the literary world.i now discussed with my fellow beings,the situation under which they came to this world and the message they have in store.we all were so happy to be on this world,to be a part of RAJ’s life,to express the feelings into words and to make someone happy when they read us.

So guys if we poems can express our life story then why not you..pick up a pen or sit on your laptop and start expressing yourself..so that this world have a new story to know..

Yours loving,

Mr.poem