My streak to write pursued me at the most crucial times of my life...times of internal conflict and external composure.....i often found myself torn between the instinctive flow to write and the internalized value to deliver....in that sense poetry was away from delivery....it was ...is....a conception.....
After years of engagement with a shivering thought inside and a stuttered reality outside....i own my BEing.....
A poet.....
In the quest to find the ownership of unspoken desires....dreams and distances......
I bring you my voice on the terrain of its imagined absences and coveted abandon......
to begin is one of the most difficult tasks...now that the journey has kick started, it shan't be tough further...
ReplyDelete-abhi toh aaghaaz hua hai, aur anjaam ki fikra kisko hai....welcome co-blogger/poet.
Dear Ma'am...I simply loved what you wrote:) and the pic is superbly taken..M sooo glad u have a blog now, where ur artistic talent of words can play hide and seek with the awesome clicks of urs:)
ReplyDeleteAcha time mile toh ise padh lena;)
http://aakritimalik.blogspot.com/2010/12/kuch-sawaal.html
lots of love Aakriti
brilliant pics... esp the chuski one... i wonder how u clicked it... very nice... m proud
ReplyDeleteUmeedon ki shyam hoti hai...koshishon ki seher nahi hoti...
ReplyDeleteReally like your screen name!
@ Akriti: Thanks a lot, i will surely visit your blog....i am positive it would be very evocative!!
@ Anna: My creative genius! Grinning....to have made you proud! love