When does Poetry occur to You?


This piece, unlike most of my writings, has a title implying the direction of this journey. Mostly, I go with subtle titles that are related to my write-ups but do not give away the gist right away.

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So, back to the title, when does poetry occur to you? When is it that only a poem inks itself down on the blank page in front of you? When do you know that only a poem can pacify your inner tornado? Who am I to answer all this for you? I can and will speak only for myself.

I’m not one of those people who claim to be writing since the time they can remember. I neither am one of those who claim to have started writing just the day before. I, like many, lie somewhere in between these two spaces. As a kid, I used to write letters. Since school, I liked writing essays (never poems) in English as well as in Hindi. As a teenager, I loved giving longhand written letters and notes to my special ones, which is a much preferred way of mine even now. So, in that way, writing had always been a part of my life; more of a dormant part, which used to wake up on occasions and then would go back to its slumber. Not even close to boasting, I feel I had the innate talent for writing from my very start.

Back in 2016, it happened; I gave serious thought to pursue this teeny-tiny talent of mine and hone it for its ultimate utilization. And that is how this blog started. But this piece is not about it, right? Okay, don’t fret! I’m going back to making the point I started this whole write-up with.

The very first day I started my blog, I knew it was going to be about stories and more stories and some more of them. Poems? I never even considered them inculcating them in my place. Not because I think low of them, but because I knew I am not capable of writing them. Most of the poetries in school, as far as I can recollect, used to pass over my head. I must have gotten wise after my school days, but to an extent of writing something that I never understood before, I doubted it.

So naturally my first ever poem was not at all a conscious effort of mine.

My first poem, that I penned down, was when I was in an inner turmoil, when I was all tears, when I was all but high-spirited. I vividly remember lying on my bed in a dark room, tears streaming down my face, and typing something on my phone. It was only after I finished typing it, I realized it was somewhat like a poem. Yes, still a somewhat poem. It needed some rework, I noticed when I got sober. I’m not a natural poet. I still do not consider myself even a poet.
So, this was the story behind my very first poetry.

And then it began. Began the journey of poetries whenever I was too blue and numb or too red and fiery to put it all out through fiction. Take it from some of these poetries,
Why can’t you be what you want to be? and Gone are the days! when questions buzzed.
Over a Blank Page and Let me Mourn and Seethe and Tears behind Smiles! when nothing seemed right.
I was born a Human when fury raged.

Soon it became evident to me that poetries are my escape from sadness and bewilderment and unanswerable questions, or is it more of their retention? I’m not sure; and stories are for me when I’m anything except blue or red.

Never did I force myself to write a poem though. I did, once or twice; all went in vain. And, thankfully, I learned my lesson with these initial failures. Poetry cannot be forced. It cannot be put out on a paper when your heart doesn’t feel like it. Or can it be? In my short experience, I have felt otherwise.

Forced poetry will show itself, it will reveal the missing heart, it will unveil the unnatural execution. With stories it’s different. Isn’t it? Not that a story can be weaved with no heart in it. But a poem, with only limited words and lines, asks for the poet’s heart in its each and every word; stories ask for the same, but are not that demanding; not every word or line of it has to have writer’s heart in it.

Whenever tears made their way through my eyes, a poem was born; whenever unanswered questions buzzed inside my head, a poem was born; whenever fury burned my heart with passion, a poem was born. My poem, in figurative sense, really rose from ashes. It is the phoenix risen from the tears and fire. Oh yes, it is the phoenix!

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In this one plus year, I have become as fond of poetries as I was of stories. Both of them save me in their own ways, both of them have my back in their own ways. What one does, other cannot, and what one cannot, other definitely does. It’s this balance that has made me fonder of both kind of writings.

This was all about me. How about you, my lovely talented mates? When did your first poem came out in this world? When did the idea of writing poems become dear to you? When does poetry occur to you? Share your stories, your experiences. I’d love to know about them, and I’m sure many more around would too.

IF YOU ARE A FIRST- TIME VISITOR OF MY BLOG, DO REFER ‘First-Timers‘. IT WOULD HELP YOU IN EXPLORING THE PLACE.

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29 Comments Add yours

  1. Ste J says:

    I am always amazed at those bloggers that put out five or more poems a day. For me poetry turns up only very occasionally, maybe once every two or three months, being prolific never enters the picture. I like that it pops up and it gives me something else to add to the blog though.

    I like your idea of poetry as escape, your thought and patience show through with your poems. I enjoy reading all your words.

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    1. Idle Muser says:

      Even I wondered the same. Putting out poem after poem makes me consider their sources as the unusual masters of the field. Cannot even fathom the idea of doing it, let alone how to do it!
      Even for me poetry was never a conscious choice. It just happened and now it has become an integral part of my space here.

      Thank you so much for your kind words. They inspire me, Steve.🙂

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      1. Ste J says:

        Glad to inspire in any way that I can, I love visiting blogs because I always get so many ideas for posts. At the moment I have 183 drafts that I need to finish,

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        1. Idle Muser says:

          Oh my! That’s huge.😮

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  2. Mostly its the pain that brings out some real poems. It could come from society or personal. This was a nice read.

    I really don’t remember how and when it started to me. 😀

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    1. Idle Muser says:

      I feel the same. Thanks again, Prakash, for the appreciation!🙂

      You must be writing poems for quite a long time now if you don’t remember it. Which is a good thing.😁

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      1. 🙂 Pleasure.

        Very long, as i remember!

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  3. Faisal Khan says:

    Nice one,well for me I found that I was always able to join my thoughts into a rhyming couple of lines since I started thinking poetry.For the long email exchanges I love it too,although its impossible to find patient people these days but I am lucky I have a couple of pen-pals who I exchange long emails with,I know the feeling and the joy of being able to dive deep into your thoughts and pen them down:)

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    1. Idle Muser says:

      Thank you, Faisal!
      Some people are gifted, I always thought so. They have innate talent for jotting down rhythms without even trying, and, seems you, luckily, are one of them.🙂
      Ah! Long gone old beautiful days of longhand written letters. Not many realize, but those pages, laced with ink, inserted in an envelope, carry a fragrance and warmth, that these electronic mediums can never hold. Let go of longhand letters, exchange of long e-mails, as you said, is a rarity too. I’m glad that you, at this time, still have pen-pals. Lucky are such people.☺️

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  4. lynnefisher says:

    Lovely post, Aditi – come to think of it I wrote my first poems many moons ago, when I was upset over temporarily separating from my husband to be. So it was the ‘tornado’ of feelings you mention that sparked off some poems to try and put the feelings into words, though I did some cathartic general writing too. At that time I didn’t even consider myself to be a writer – the poems were pretty awful when I look at them again occasionally, but it didn’t matter about that, because they were serving a need to process confusions. So it kind of proves that poems have to be a response rather than forced as you say.

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    1. Idle Muser says:

      Thanks again, Lynne!🙂
      With so many people, including you, sharing that their first attempts in poetry were in the times of their lows, strengthens my notion of poetry being a let go of agony and pain.
      As for the quality of long back written poems, the only thing it should evoke in us is the memory of those times, the same as you said. Poetry, unlike stories and articles, have wholly to do with the emotions it stirs in its writer and reader. The technicalities come the last.

      I would love to see your poems, Lynne, if you have written any in recent times. Or anything old would do too.🙂

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  5. Loved the para where you have spoken about the birth of poetry. Can’t agree more with it Aditi. My affair with poetry started only when I began blogging. Reading the amazing poems of some fellow bloggers kindled the interest in picking up the pen to paint the paper with words. I am loving this journey with the verses now 🙂

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    1. Idle Muser says:

      It happens so often, Radhika, does it not? That unforeseen happens. That unexpected places and people inspire us; and they inspire us even without their own knowledge of so.
      I’m glad you liked this piece. Thanks much for your time and these views.🙂

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    2. lynnefisher says:

      Thanks Aditi, I’ll have a think about the sharing :>)

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  6. doc2poet says:

    All the time…Well written post.

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  7. shweta1625 says:

    I agree with vishal4u
    This para is awesome:
    Whenever tears made their way through my eyes, a poem was born; whenever unanswered questions buzzed inside my head, a poem was born; whenever fury burned my heart with passion, a poem was born. My poems, in figurative sense, really rose from ashes. It is the phoenix risen from the tears and fire. Oh yes, it is the phoenix!
    As for me, poetry comes to me, during my late night musings, mostly tumbled thoughts which I rearrange.

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    1. Idle Muser says:

      Thank you, Shweta! I’m glad you liked it too.🙂
      Even my thoughts (or ideas if I can call then), hit me when I need them the least, that is in my nights. No offence to the ideas, but I try to sleep and they dance all around me.
      But seems you like this late night affair of yours.☺️

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      1. shweta1625 says:

        Ha ha.. I know what u mean, it’s like a radio tuned into a channel you don’t want to listen to, constantly buzzing in the background.
        I like my thoughts only when Im able to rearrange them properly into something I can handle. Otherwise even I have trouble sleeping. Unfortunately for me, I’m an over thinker

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  8. Prashantt says:

    Hey Aditi! I hope you’re doing great & having a great time with books.
    I am on same page with your views as i was enjoying my space in travel magazines as guest writer & freelancer then i took break from writing & i begun again with poetries that happened to me accidently.Initially i was just pouring out the pain from heart & soon i enjoyed writing it more than travelogues & short stories.
    Poetries have connection from heart and one cannot pen them by force attempts.
    I love this post & you’re among my favorite here in all genre right from the start.Keep writing & have a great week ahead!😇🙏

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    1. Idle Muser says:

      No amount of my ‘thank you’ can ever express my gratitude for your loyal readership, Prashantt. You not only read but express your thoughts. And that is what makes me feel I must have done something right, something that made somebody express his views, no matter in alignment or against mine.
      And yes I’m great down here.

      I’m glad you found your call and, more importantly, you followed that call. Many don’t even when they do get one, if they ever do.
      Writing for money, as a profession, is one thing. There you might have to write even for a subject you don’t feel strongly for; but if and when you write for your own pleasure, the best is to go with what comes naturally to you. Yes, challenge yourself, sure. But if, even after attempts of challenging, you fail at doing it then it probably is something not meant for you.

      Hope you’re having a great time this weekend.🙂

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      1. Prashantt says:

        You write so well that readers are forced to express thier thoughts over it and i like your writings( stories first😅) however later on you expressed equally well in every genre.
        I started my blog solely for myself when i was bored of paid writing assignments and that is why i found it touching too.
        Keep writing and don’t miss to post stories in between as you’re among the best storytellers i have ever read.
        Have a great weekend ahead!☺

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  9. Srijan says:

    instead of writing so much, you could have said, you write whenever you feel! 🙂
    save time, write poems!

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    1. Idle Muser says:

      Thanks, Srijan, for your time here.🙂 I respect your opinion but I think I failed in imparting here what I meant to.
      If from ‘you write whenever you feel’, you meant I write poetry when I feel a strong emotion of rage or bewilderment, then yes, that is true. That is when poems do what my stories cannot.

      But ‘save time, write poems,’ this one got me thinking why? I mean I don’t know for whom others write for, what is it that they write for, but I know about me and writing was never my way of saving my time or my reader’s. I write as a form of my expression, that is the best way I can express, and I prefer to take my time in doing so.
      As for poetry, even it never occurred to me as a form of time-saver. Yes, it takes less time to write and lesser for a reader to read; but once reading finishes, that is where the work of eyes is done and the heart’s starts; if this doesn’t happen, my poetry probably failed me and the reader. That is how I see it being done.

      Many prefer reading short, until and unless they are reading something exceptionally good, and I’m pretty sure, it makes me lose many of the readers. But I cannot serve half-baked out there and expect them to serve the same purpose that fully-baked would have done.
      I write long because I want to. I wrote this long because I didn’t want half-baked opinions out there.

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      1. Srijan says:

        well, i don’t think there was a need to explain me all this, but sure. thank you for this insight. 🙂
        and you didn’t really get what i meant, love.

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        1. Idle Muser says:

          I was afraid I didn’t.

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          1. Srijan says:

            it’s absolutely fine, love. I’ve been reading you since a long time now, and i never comment but i know you’re v expressive when it comes to writing. and i like this trait of yours! we are writing for ourselves at the end of the day. and you’re v beautiful. your words and also you as a person. something i always wanted to say. take care of yourself, love.

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  10. vishal4u says:

    “Whenever tears made their way through my eyes, a poem was born; whenever unanswered questions buzzed inside my head, a poem was born; whenever fury burned my heart with passion, a poem was born. My poems, in figurative sense, really rose from ashes. It is the phoenix risen from the tears and fire. Oh yes, it is the phoenix!”
    ☝️This Para is awesome. I have noted it down and will quote it many time henceforth, of course with your permission.
    What you said about force poetry writing is right. Let me first start with my first poem.
    I was a below average student in my language at school. But I enjoyed writing essays and stories. I use to fancy a lot while writing them which my English teacher told me.
    But my first poetry came when longing in my heart was at its peak. I was experiencing many things same time. But my heart was yearning for love and when I was pleading for love, that time my first poem was born. Then my journey started.
    Even I tried many times for force writing, but it never worked for me.
    I think the space for emotion is very narrow in a poem, so only when it is written form heart, I think the reach and depth of the poem magnifies.
    Enjoyed reading your post.

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    1. Idle Muser says:

      Thank you so much, Vishal, for your appreciation and such a comprehensive comment.🙂
      I wonder if there is anybody who wrote his/her first poem with brain and not heart. Poetry has to do with the strings of hearts, with the anguish and pain and love and laughter; it doesn’t make sense to me if poetry can have everything but these.

      I’m bit confused though for the last part of your comment. There you separated the emotion from the heart; but aren’t emotions the procreation of heart?

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