Gone are the days
when she believed that people don’t change,
When she herself isn’t what she was a year back
How can she expect people around to stay the same?
Now, she says lesser about herself
her stories do it for her,
Now, her eyes witness more of the world
by sitting in her room, under the blanket, through those books,
Days when she found writing interesting
are gone,
Days which she is living now
are the ones of not mere interest but passion,
Had she not realized what writing held for her,
Had she not realized the essence of those stories,
Had she not realized the worth of great story-tellers,
She still would have been simply leading a life, not living one,
With writing came several other things-
The missing driving force of her life,
The creative pond she now dives into,
The liberation of creating a world she wanted to exist,
But it’d be a white lie
to say that writing has always been fun,
Was it altogether tough?
Let her just say- it isn’t (always) easy,
There are times
when magic spills through her pen,
And then are those
when only mess can be managed to get unveiled,
But doesn’t order come out of mess?
If there were no mess,
there’d have been no order
and, perhaps, order is nothing but an ordered disorder,
Now, when she speaks less and writes more
some look at it as her degradation,
But she?
In her eyes she never rose this high ever before in her life,
So, gone are the days
when people don’t change used to be her belief,
People change every second
Deciding whose changes are worth sticking to is what she needs to learn!
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This is a wonderful poem Aditi.
Loved it.
Also, how have you been ?
I have been busy with exams and stuff. Haven’t been able to connect much with my WordPress fam.
I hope things are well with you dear.
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Thank you, Tajwar!🙂
Ah! That happens. Hope your exams went well.
Everything is good this side. How about you?
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My exams were okay. Won’t say they went very good. Nobody said that ever 😄
Apart from that life’s good. ❤
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What a beautiful composition Aditi!
During the course of achieving our dreams with honesty, we met with some changes those brings positivity in ourselves with lot of learnings.
So you’ve pen down the only left aspect of writing i.e. poetry, keep them coming & keep writing👌👍📝😇
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Thank you so much, Prashantt!☺️
People are subjected to change. Now that might be good for their own selves while others might find their reasons to mock at it. But you know what, life does make you strong enough (sometimes) to not to bother about others’ thinking before you are thrown at such mockery.
Writing has so much to offer. Then why do I restrict myself only to stories or articles?😉 It’s just that my affinity is towards storytelling but poetry provides me the same pleasure as stories do while I am penning it down.
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Loved how this poem is filled with agony and beauty at the same time Aditi.
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Thank you so much, Neal!🙂
It was just a moment when I felt writing something like this (it was within me for days though, I wonder). And the next moment this poem came to life.
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Khud ki tareef kar rahi ho na? ;).. I hope you got rid of that bandage 🙂
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Apni taariif? No. Where did I do that, Neal?😄
Which bandage?
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Oh fish ! Comments mismatch ho gaye.. my apologies 🙂
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😄No issues.
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Phenomenal piece of work, girl!
A beautiful journey is shining in this poetry.
Without writing we would miss something so magical.
Ah! Writing isn’t (always) easy.
At last, these are my favourite lines,
Had she not realized what writing held for her,
Had she not realized the essence of those stories,
Had she not realized the worth of great story-tellers,
She still would have been simply leading a life, not living one,
And this one too,
There are times
when magic spills through her pen,
And then are those
when only mess can be managed to get unveiled,
Kudos, Aditi!
Enigma ❤ 🙂
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I am glad that you liked it this much, girl!🙂😘
Yes, you are right – Writing is magic. Which does make a writer a magician.😉
Occassional poetry goes well with me.
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🙂
Try it more regularly. You’re good at it.
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Wow, brilliant composition! I can visualize you will reach great heights. Hats off !
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WooW! It’s a huge compliment. Thank you so much!🙂
Persistence must lead somewhere. Let’s keep our fingers crossed.☺️
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Simply brilliant. Time teaches us so many things, either way!
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Thank you, Alok!☺️
You’re so right. Whether we like it not, time does that.
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so beautiful…..
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Thank you, Sudhir!😊
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Wonderful poem!
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Thank you, Joy!
I don’t write poems much. But one morning I felt this rush, it came naturally, and I put it down here.🙂
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I believe that is when we do our best work, when the pen just takes control and surprises us!
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Fabulous work aditi
You will do great one day I believe.
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Eeeeee…Thank you, Udit!😍😃
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Simply beautiful… Excellent !!!
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Thank you so much, sir! I am glad you liked it.😊
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great poem aditi..
shreyans
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Thank you, Shreyans!
This coming from a person who himself writes beautiful poetry means a lot.🙂
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It was my pleasure to read your poem. Honest expression.
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