I was trying to tidy up my cupboard! Such an unholy mess!I had prided on myself being extra meticulous and neat.But the sight before me left me cursing myself...how much time should I have to waste before I could have my lunch? Unless I finished the job at hand , I was doubtful whether I would be able to have my morsel in peace.More than tidying up ,I was eager and anxious to find the book where I had jotted down my feelings as they appeared in my mind.Not a diary,just a notepad .I wanted to write open heartedly. But there were constraints.Anyway what I could manage I had done......mmmm. there it was , safely tucked away in a corner of the cupboard.
Hard bound , it was once my source of relief in times of sorrow.I wanted to be known for my sorrowful writings.....no, on the other hand , was it happy musings I had intended ? Oh, I had not made up my mind as such.Maybe a mix of both.I seemed to be a totally confused child.That confusion arose out of the fact that my parents would NOT look at it too kindly.As it was , I had always been regarded as a girl who had one nut too loose!God knows how I was born into such a conservative family!
I turned the pages of the book slowly. I had written in it with the only Hero pen I had .The ink seemed to have faded and the words were blurred. But I could still read between the lines .Only I know what prompted me to write those wee little poems.Hey!They sounded good now, though I didn't think so at that time.How would I treasure this for posterity?My mind wandered.Maybe it was not worth showing people.I'd have to explain the text of it all.No, I'd save it for a rainy day and re-read it over and over again till I 'by-hearted' it!And one day(hopefully the day was not too far) I would be recognised for my works of literary fame!
But the point of the matter was, " Should I write short stories or should I stick to poems?I thought that these poems were too easy to pen till I attended poetry classes.Verse,iambic pentameter, free style and whatnot's!Who could be bothered?I vetoed auto suggestions one after the other till I decided that instead of living on love and fresh air and rosy dreams,it was better to be practical and have my LUNCH !
Hard bound , it was once my source of relief in times of sorrow.I wanted to be known for my sorrowful writings.....no, on the other hand , was it happy musings I had intended ? Oh, I had not made up my mind as such.Maybe a mix of both.I seemed to be a totally confused child.That confusion arose out of the fact that my parents would NOT look at it too kindly.As it was , I had always been regarded as a girl who had one nut too loose!God knows how I was born into such a conservative family!
I turned the pages of the book slowly. I had written in it with the only Hero pen I had .The ink seemed to have faded and the words were blurred. But I could still read between the lines .Only I know what prompted me to write those wee little poems.Hey!They sounded good now, though I didn't think so at that time.How would I treasure this for posterity?My mind wandered.Maybe it was not worth showing people.I'd have to explain the text of it all.No, I'd save it for a rainy day and re-read it over and over again till I 'by-hearted' it!And one day(hopefully the day was not too far) I would be recognised for my works of literary fame!
But the point of the matter was, " Should I write short stories or should I stick to poems?I thought that these poems were too easy to pen till I attended poetry classes.Verse,iambic pentameter, free style and whatnot's!Who could be bothered?I vetoed auto suggestions one after the other till I decided that instead of living on love and fresh air and rosy dreams,it was better to be practical and have my LUNCH !
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