Skip to main content

I wrote... I write

Source: Google Images
I began writing when I was 10. Having written my first poem I was very happy when my teacher had displayed it on the notice board for weeks together. Gradually I entered my teens and love happened. And so was born the poet in me. Love, love and more love that's all that I could write about. It all meta morphed only into poems - lyrical and rhyming. Love brought along heart break and pain which only deepened my poems. 

Somewhere in the coming years that poet got buried beneath the hurt, jealousy, anger and the other things that come along with busy-ness in life, leaving me no time to pursue what my heart loved the most. Very soon my first love, with words was forgotten. 

Many years later one random TV show pushed me to try my hand at writing and very soon was my blog born. I treaded on this path with a lot of caution as I was not too sure about where was it all leading. And then one night I realised that "this" was the only place on earth where I could just be ME. Hence the reason  I call myself Me here on both my blogs.

For in this world, however democratic we call ourselves, our voices still go unheard many a times.My blogs provide me a safe corner where I can just be myself and say all that comes to my heart without having the fear of being judged or ridiculed upon. For this is my place, just to scribble all that comes to my mind. 


Source: Google Images
I write coz ~

  • My heart spells a desire which can be expressed through words.
  • My mind analyses somethings which nobody is willing to listen.
  • My soul wishes a million things that find a voice in the alphabetical mode.
  • My fingers itch for the feel a blank paper gives... symbolizing hope as it awaits to be written with all that I want to on it.
  • My eyes capture all that it witnesses around and then develop the negatives into beautiful pictures using this technology.
  • My ears listen to the music of life and want to capture it somewhere immortalizing it forever
Today all that I want to do it write, write and write for it is and therefore I am.

Source: Google Images

Write Tribe Prompt

Popular posts from this blog

Books on Cinema

For a long time, cinema was a world I wasn’t allowed to enter. I grew up in a home where movies were banned. No television, no glimpses of silver screens, and no songs echoing from old classics. For nearly a decade, cinema was a forbidden word like a secret behind a closed door.  And yet, like all things that carry truth and longing, it found its way to me. Stories have a way of finding you, slipping through cracks, whispered between pages, caught in melodies. Sometimes through the corners of borrowed books, sometimes through whispered summaries from classmates, sometimes just through the magnetic pull of posters and songs I wasn’t supposed to hear. 

Book Review: The All Seeing Digital Eyes by Neville J Kattakayam

Introduction Source: Amazon.in ISBN:9781720184133 Genre:  Non-Fiction Publishers: AshNel Inc Price: Rs. 220/- (I got the book for review from the author)

Book Review: The Story of Eve: Selected Poems by Zehra Nigah

Few voices in Urdu poetry have carried the weight of history, resistance, and deep personal introspection quite like Zehra Nigah. One of the first women to break into the traditionally male-dominated world of Urdu poetry, Nigah’s work stands as a testament to the power of words to illuminate, question, and challenge. The Story of Eve: Selected Poems, translated by Rakshanda Jalil, brings together some of her most powerful nazms and ghazals, showcasing both her literary elegance and her unflinching gaze at the human condition, particularly through the lens of gender, social injustice, and political turmoil.