It all started with a single verse… no! Make that, a single line. When the very first entry was made back in 1986 – a union of the pen and paper with the soul.
It was not the first attempt to write poetry, but it was the first act of commitment to express in verses what I felt, and preserve them so I can always look back and recall what compelled me write those lines… I did not realize then that I was actually planting the seed within me.
Slowly, as verses grew in numbers, there was the longing to share them with others. I wanted others to read them too.
So what I did was to ALWAYS bring the notebook with me wherever I go, and show them to whoever I am with, who I thought would appreciate raw, unpolished poetry.
It wasn’t really encouraging I tell you, and I need not go about the details. But it was not very encouraging.
As time went on, I continued with what I was doing, expressing myself in verses, in the way I know how – I did not follow patterns, never considered measurement, nor would always use rhymes in my works. In fact, I was using ordinary, daily, conversational words… BUT I dared call them poems.
It was satisfying, to see them… read them from time to time.
Poems that spoke of love, hatred, angst, pains, insecurities, inspiration, joys and other imaginable and unimaginable emotions.
After almost three decades (not four as I posted in my FB profile), and four notebooks later, the seed that was planted is now yearning to grow… to go out.
Am I ready?
Yes, thanks to my friends who are all encouraging, I am having the resolve to go for it.
But, am I ready?
Outside the circle of supportive friends, there are other people, who will see, who will read, and who will speak, and who knows what they’re going to say.
Uncertainty is not an easy evil to overcome, but definitely not a reason to stop.
And while there are self-doubts and mounting hesitations within, little steps are taken… baby steps, that would make the dream, from the seed that was planted, become a reality.
From four notebooks, of almost three decades, more than 100 poems… all part of one dream… soon.
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