thefunofwritingpoems

                                                                                     For the last couple of days I had  a very difficult time....How? ....I have no answer for this but I really struggled this time to put my thoughts  and words together and  to create something beautiful.The struggle began with  what to pick up to write  ...then what to write ....then words were running  away far as if they didn't know me.There was a struggle and I couldn't compromise because I had to write. As it's  rightly  said patience pays off  ,it was the  night when the rain  banged against  my window ,at that moment I felt a guest had arrived at my door asking me to open....there I go and...

                                                      I would like to start my post by apologising from all urban folks or I may say denizens of the city  who have embraced city life and are addicted to it.  For me I am completely country folk ...really ...it's in my blood as my 👴grandfather was a farmer.👳‍♂️Alas!My mind,body and soul are trapped in city ....I want to break free.My heart carries the same desire which is displayed by WB Yeats in his poem "The lake Isle Of Innisfree" .Quoting a few lines from his Poem :        I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,        And a small cabin build there, of clay and  wattles made;        Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the   honey-bee,      And live alone in the bee-loud glade. Forsooth,I...

Somewhere deep down in the core rests a strong desire to live like a vagabond-a free spirit bird,just wandering the highways and byways. In his poem Vagabond R.L Stevenson says : "Wealth I seek not , hope nor love ,                                                                                                    Nor a friend to know me ,                                                                                           ...

                                                                               I am a person who doesn't need any motivation to write .But this blog is inspired by a ghazal sung by 'Jagjit Singh-The Ghazal King' :                                    Ye daulat bhii le lo, ye shoharat bhii le lo Bhale chhiin lo mujhase merii javaanii Magar mujhako lautaa do bachapan kaa saavan Vo kaagaz kii kashtii, vo baarish kaa paanii.                                                                  ...

                                               The trumpet of a prophecy! O Wind, If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind?   These lines by PB Shelley in Ode to The West Wind has always   inspired me.It conveys a strong message that difficult time doesn't last for long."Winter is always followed by Spring". These inspirational lines from the poem have also paved the way for me for the  better understanding of human nature. People come and  they go .There are people who leave long lasting impression in our mind and we  get  motivated by such people,there are people when did they come and go we didn't even notice and lastly there is one more category if I'm not wrong ,the one who pretends to be with you but when you are going through a rough patch in you life, they suddenly disappear .This poem is an attempt to find, to...

                                   How excited I am today to post this blog . I have decided that on every weekend something new and hopefully exciting will be coming your way.This time a poem which is very special to me as I have dedicated this poem to my mother. The poem was ready but working on the preface ,a herculean task consumed much of my time . As I told you that the poem is special so the preface should also be exceptional.   The real story behind writing this poem or you may say the motivational force came from river Bhramaputra which flows through Assam.I had heard a lot about Bhramaputra but the real opportunity to cruise on the river came in the beginning of this year.   My very first impression of this Mighty river was,it reminded me of Bhupen Hazarika -the Bard of Bhramaputra.I read somewhere that Bhupen had love-hate relationship with the riv...

  Where To Go? The world is so big and the  places are numerous, Where to go is a question,do I sound humorous. Let me go to the land of fairies.🧚🧚 Living there and plucking down the cherries. Let me go to the land of zombies,🧟🧟 Omg it gives me a freeze. Let me go to the land of valours, 🎠 Mind it there's no time to show your glamour. Let me go to the land of dreams𝨍, It is far away then it seems. Let me go to the land of love,💓 Where to find it is  really  tough. Thank God that I have never been to these places,🙅 My home is the region ,one of the coolest spaces. PS-You may go far and roam, at the end of the day you return to Home Sweet Home .🏡                    One cannot becom e  a writer or a poet within a day it takes years to furbish the talent and I am no different .It all started days back when I was an SSC student. My class teacher asked the students to give a self crafted article for ...