Inspire-on

There come times in life when there seems to be no way out. The darkness is all there is around and not a single bead of light leads into the future, showcasing a pathway, or showing a road into approaching times. That is the moment when you need an insight, you pray for a way to materialize out of thin air; or for an angel to just pop out to take you across; that is the moment you need hope, you need a push to complete the leap of faith across the crevice.

There have been times of turmoil for me too, but there is one person I shall look up to forever. The person in my life who has been gifted with wings instead of legs, his gab so strong that it compensates for a disfigured voice, and a will which stands strong against all obstacles- my uncle.

Being bound in a wheelchair is not an easy task, but my uncle doesn’t have an option. Well past 40, he is a distinguished figure in Malayalam cinema, a critic, with writing as one of his most treasured hobbies. Hobby? Yeah, he works full time at a firm as well, and in the remaining time, he writes reviews and along with that he manages to find time to follow sports and to read as well.

From his childhood, he has worked hard along with the incessant support of his family to reach this pinnacle of success. Reaching such a high station with cerebral palsy pulling him back into the shadows, my uncle has set an example for me which I cannot forget. Be it a thought misplaced, or an idea not working out, or an assignment too boring to copy, the hope and the will to go on is supplied to me by him.

We feel laid back, and we stop at the tiniest of injuries in life, but he raced through the path of life with his set of problems held in a bag so tiny that it would go unseen if they weren’t visible physically. With a mind so sharp, he single handedly earns for the house and come whatever may he never walks away, oh excuse me, glides away on his wheelchair, from a challenge.

This is a story I have in my family, a person who lends hope and optimism in quantities we would never have in our whole life. Having him at my side has been a great help, and I must say that he has been the one to show me around the world of literature. As a blogger, I have obtained a lot of inspiration from him to keep going on, during writers blocks, and bad blog times. And to be honest, there was a time when I wrote more just to get past his number of blog posts.

Well, he is one person I look up to, and his story gives me a lot of hope and inspiration to head into the future with all my guns blazing.

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Beginnings

Changes are a necessity for evolution; and endings are just the windows for new beginnings. Not writing a poem after long feels a tad weird, but writing about change and about taking a bold step to effect change in my own life is a topic which I can, to an extent, brag about. After setting up aims and achieving them as well, I now feel that the step I took that day was the one which changed my life.

More than two years after deciding to take the leap into the darkness of the future, I find myself at a point where the thought of that day feels justified. I have been writing for a long time, and that day in the middle of February, a couple of years ago, after incessant pushing from my mother and another friend, I progressed to making my blog. And that I say is the step which changed my life.

Some days before my blog turned two, I was browsing through the posts I had written at the beginning, and to be frank I was a bit disappointed. But then I realized how much my writing had morphed; the level to which it transformed and the amount I had learned.

Though in college, I was a school kid at the time, and managing a blog along with JEE was quite a task, but with the inspiration of learning more and more; and with an aim of getting published in my own space made me work harder with every word I wrote.

After being published in a couple of anthologies, and after realizing that the hobby I shall never leave is writing, I cherish the memory of that day. I had made this blog 5 years before I published my first post (in the fear of being criticized I guess), and the day I put up my first post on the blog, I didn’t share it to anyone in the same fear.

Two years hence, the fear is gone, and it has been replaced by the conviction to move forward, to learn from my mistakes and to better every minute fault in my writing. At 18, I must say that I have learnt a lot and that is all from blogging. Be it the comments or the reckless and rude editing by my friend who stopped blogging (yes, I have to be shameless here), Anil, I have progressed a lot.

And to be frank, I haven’t quite liked a lot of my own posts, from day one. Till date, I have the habit of reading an old post, and to start cussing on the amount of mistakes I have made. But then I refrain from editing it, just because it takes too much time.

With the aim of getting published one day holding firmly in the back of my mind, I must conclude by saying that the decision to start publishing my work on my blog was, is and will remain the biggest and best change I have brought about in my life.

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What Would I Do Without You?

It’s been a journey; it’s been so long,

I’ve come to know, with you I belong,

You’re so special, you’re so dear,

You’ve taken my pain, you’ve removed my fear.

Not a day goes by without your thought,

You’re the one I’ve never fought,

Been in the sunshine and in the rain,

You’ve never stopped me, never refrained.

People give gifts, I write to you,

From my heart, oh yes I do,

Thoughts unsaid, and feelings untold,

It’s time to speak out; it’s time to be bold.

You’ve led me forward; you light up my way,

You’ve made me talk, all that I want to say,

Ranting, poetry, stories, all fiction,

You’ve had me try a lot, you’ve handed me conviction.

Time’s gone by fast; it’s a couple of years,

I say this, my eyes moist with happy tears,

You’ve been there from moment one,

Nothing you missed, lines and words none.

I walk the path at times alone,

The wing chilling me through to the bone,

It wasn’t me I feel, it was all you,

That’s when I ask myself,

What would I do without you?

This piece is written for my blog which turns 2 today.

Just So English!

It’s not just a language,

It’s a native art,

You can’t force it to appear,

It just erupts from the heart.

Delicately placed together,

We have those million words,

Alphabets in formation,

Just like a flock of birds.

Some mean the same,

Though some are opposites too,

It’s just about the usage,

Remembering meanings you’ll rue.

Intricate, exquisite, yet vivid,

It helps us enjoy the world,

To describe every moment, every detail,

Be it a straight drive or a free kick curled.

It’s violent and gory, at times,

And sometimes it’s so cool,

Every emotion has its presence felt,

This language is more than just a tool.

It’s weird when it’s forced,

Even with the makeup, it looks artificial,

Dwell into the details, that’s what it’s for,

Highlight every element, don’t be superficial.

Build-ups, start-ups,

They all have the next part,

It’s those stops, and holds,

Which make the language so smart.

We are just the medium, minute,

A statement that is so pun-y,

I guess that’s why people say,

English is a language so funny.

Write or Wrong

What am I,

Many do ask me,

Was I forced on this way,

Or did I choose to be.

Some ask for help,

Some ask for advice,

What should we say to them,

‘Cause it would never even suffice.

Some want to learn,

Some want to read,

But words aren’t something,

Which you can ever spoon feed.

From the heart it comes,

Sometimes from the brain,

Try to learn it ever,

Though it might go into the drain.

Those aren’t words,

Which we type or write,

It’s the feelings,

And emotions we cite.

Those aren’t just stories,

We post lengthy on paper,

It’s the thoughts we have,

And those don’t have a helper.

The emotions felt,

From the black ink,

It’s the passion true,

You can’t just have it from a think.

Learning doesn’t help,

Though guidance always will,

Experience is the clincher,

It’s the end you practice till.

I don’t know how this came,

But it’s straight from my heart,

Just a random thought of mine,

I caught before away it could dart.