Why A Poet Series Introduction – Long Time Coming

There’s a question I’ve been asked more times than I can fairly remember. Why poetry?

Honestly, I’m always at a loss to answer that. There’s no reason. There are a hundred reasons. It’s an emotion. It’s a vocation. It’s a compulsion. It’s a combustion. Where do I even begin. Where do I end, if there ever is an end to this explanation. And thus, I’m rendered dumb. Every single time.

So, I did what I do best. I wrote it down. Bit by bit. In multiple pieces. It’s still a work in progress. But I believe there’s decent amount of words out there to officially introduce you to my series titled “Why A Poet?”. I’m linking the published works down below. Hopefully, I’ll keep updating this list as and when new pieces are written.

All I can say is that it’s a patchwork quilt of mismatched squares. I can only hope it provides you with enough warmth though.

Here goes nothing (just kidding, please be kind!) –

  1. Why A Poet
  2. Why A Poet #2
  3. Why A Poet #3
  4. Why A Poet #4
  5. Why A Poet #5
  6. Why A Poet #6
  7. Why A Poet #7
  8. Why A Poet #8

Let me know what you think, please?

And your own thoughts on why poetry? Be it to write or to read or to just feel and imbibe? I’d love to know!




The Past, the Present and the Future?

If I stood on the absolute edge of today

Would I be able to see the verge of tomorrow?

Or would I find the ghosts of my past

Staring back at me

Like the proverbial abyss

Or worse still

Would I find only a never-ending nothingness?

I wonder

Whether its worth giving a try

Or is that the ultimate truth which I’m trying to deny.



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Counting Your Blessings

Yesterday was indundated with Father’s Day wishes. In all the happiness, good wishes, cheers and celebrations for the man who makes me feel like I can do anything, there was something that dampened my joy. While scrolling through my feed on almost every social media platform, I ended up seeing posts from beautiful people who had lost their dads and yet had the heart to not only share their memories, but wish everyone who was celebrating the day with their fathers yesterday. Yet some other posts talked about how their fathers or “birth-givers” had been deadbeat dads, but they were really happy for all the children being raised by people who take being a father to an altogether new level. 

To all such bravehearts, thank you! I cannot imagine what it must have been like growing up without a father. I cannot imagine what it must have taken to sincerely wish someone a happy day when you’ve not known that joy in your lives or knew it but lost it all too soon. I do not know how you went on from that moment to wherever you are today. I, for one, would be more than lost without the guiding light that is my daddy. 

So, thank you, for humbling me. Thank you, for reminding me to cherish what I have. It’s true, we end up taking our parents for granted. We rely on them far too much to ever forget their importance, but we do take their awesomeness as something regular because we’re showered with it daily. 

From today onward, however, I’m going to remember to count my blessings. If not all, because it is a tall order and we tend to break our vows or forget about them, then atleast the blessings that are my wonderful parents. With them around, I want for nothing. I’ll make sure to remember that and cherish that. 

Counting blessings, dear friends, is a thing we should do more often rather than our daily cribbing over everything that’s going wrong. Don’t you think?

Also, I crossed a hundred followers yesterday! I know, for most of you this wouldn’t mean anything but I’m beyond joyful! I cannot digest the fact that people actual want to read what I write. This, as well, is very humbling. I cannot thank you all enough for sending such love and support my way. I shall definitely endeavour to give my best to bring more interesting content for you. Happy reading! Thank you once again.

PS. Here’s a picture of my father being the dad that he is!