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Rajashree Bhagwat

Classics

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Rajashree Bhagwat

Classics

Why I Write

Why I Write

2 mins
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A few years back, not so long ago;

I was lost in the midst of chaos,

Unsure of whatever I did,

Of choices and of decisions,

Full of regrets and complaints.


I picked up on my hobby, reading;

It took me to far off lands and distant places,

Out into a dreamy world of fantasy,

All to end up so soon, leaving me lifeless and restless;

Left me with an only option, to take up another.


Apparently, my library ended up in quite a collection

Of different genres,

Turning me out into a regular reader,

About everything my hands laid on,

Till my hobby turned into my passion.


Dormant inside, sleeping somewhere in the corners;

Waiting to be unearthed,

Out peaked a sprout of spark in me,

To write whatever I felt about,

About observations of life, people, instances, memories.


One by one, as I started writing;

I saw myself emerging strong, confident and empowered.

Books followed blogs, articles, short stories;

And then writing on prompts;

Finally, after years, I got to where I wished to be.


Words gave wings to my emotions,

To all those unsaid and unspoken words,

Of emotions, of pent up frustrations;

That was bottled up for years,

Only to be let out, I now realize.


Words picked me up and let me play,

I relived some past moments as I wrote,

Feeling the emotions to every little bit,

I had held on and felt back in those past years,

Words took me to a long nostalgic drive.


Words, my new-found freedom, a new fulfillment;

Is the one who can never leave me,

With whom I play, being myself;

Without being judged and prejudiced,

Unlike people, unlike friends.


Words heal my wounds, kindles my passion;

Breathes life into my life, gives a purpose.

On to a new horizon, words have led me on;

To a new journey to what I can cling on to the rest of my life,

Because I believe, it was all in my game of life.


Words cross our paths just as people do,

Leaving us either with happiness or teaching us lessons,

Because words, written or spoken just cannot be undone;

And it left some of my friends in disrupted,

While I tried my hand at new approaches.


Words became so much a part of me,

That each time, I pour my heart out;

It makes a new me,

And I cannot blame the words,

Just because people understand only from their level of perception.


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