My first poem

I do not have the first poem that I wrote but I clearly remember how excited I was after writing it and how obsessed I was while writing it! It was when I was 12 years of age in Secondary 2. My teacher told us to write a poem if we are interested and show it to her. It was optional. I have always been fascinated by poetry and fancied writing one. To me, its an art to arrange words like beads on a necklace and make them titillating both in rhythm and meaning.

I wrote my first poem. I remember using the dictionary extensively to gather words that could describe how I felt because I had very limited vocabulary at that time. And normally, when you write a poem, you need inspiration. To me, travelling has been a passion that was born with me and bred into my blood. I cannot live without travelling to new places and experiencing new things. And at the time, I was excited to scale every high mountain that there is, having already been to Sikkim, Darjeeling, Simla, Sreenagar, Gangtok and getting a splendid taste of the immensely-beautiful Himalayas. And so I was excited to write about cycling down the slopy mountains through snow, fog, meandering roads, pine trees, then meadows, cows, apples and pastures. I painted what was my first ever poem - 8 stanzas of 4 lines each. It was long but I was too embarassed to show it to my teacher. I kept it to myself. I had kept it for a long time but I lost it once while shifting my house. But the passion faded without encouragement, as did a lot of my childhood interests. Now, its like rejuvenated river. My deep-hidden passion for poetry is back. I am not a great poet at all. But the pleasure it gives while writing one is unique. It takes out all of my worries as I focus for an hour or so sometimes, writing my thoughts in poetic form. It engrosses and enchants me. Sometimes I feel desperate when I do not know how to express the feeling inside me. Most often i succeed after few attempts. Not always.

Every art form that there is in this world excites me. Every artist, be it a painter, dancer, photographer, or a poet, I admire them deeply, because they have the attributes of God - they create something that probably did not exist before. Poetry is one of them, and it is one that I fancied myself being able to pursue without much objections from parents. Painting or sketching would cost money and my dad did not believe I have such talents, as always. Same goes for any other hobby. Whatever that is not even remotely related to academia was considered a waste of time. Now, I am independent and I can choose what I want to pursue. I am awakening a lot of those slumbering interests. Even if I never become good at them, it still gives me an unknown satisfaction and pleasure in pursuing them, as if they are my only dreams, and the reason why I am here for.

This blog will be a collection of every poem that comes out of my soul.