I think of writing a poem
Many a times, in many of ways
Whenever something cross my mind of a poem sort,
Whenever I could see beyond my bread and time...
With no idea of what exactly a Poem is...
With the doubt, am I worth writing a poem?
I pen the first line and the second
Still with the doubt somewhere
But anyways I try and complete the second verse
And then I give an aerial look at it
(As if I was not writing it)
Is it making SENSE???
The Doubt there!!!
It is at this moment!
The very moment I must have buried many unfinished poems
Where I let my doubts win
Where I let myself down ….
But sometimes I don’t give a damn
And just write whatever I feel
And it shapes into an obscure form
Which I dare call a Poem!
And I feel very Good about it
Life is much like writing our own poem
Where we fight for perfections, where we live with many doubts
And sometimes we give up!
Because we are not perfect
Because we doubt ourselves more than others
But the whole essence of life is in imperfection
All we have to do is just BREATHE!!!
The poem of life will take care of itself
When we live the lines at hand…………
I think of writing a poem…
And I just wrote!
Screw all Doubts!
Screw all Imperfections!
11-March-2012
