If I had a favourite festival, it would probably be pride month (though, I’m not sure whether it is counted as a festival…) It just makes me so happy that we have a WHOLE month dedicated to love of all kinds. Pride month is wayyyyyy better than Valentines day or something (please don’t kill me). On valentine’s day, you have a particular way to express your love. But pride month allows the celebration of love in any way, regardless of your gender.
Love isn’t restricted to certain people. It’s a privilege for everybody. And nobody can actually take it from you. At the end of the day, no matter what, we all crave love. That’s the ultimate goal. You can lie to yourself and tell that it’s not but deep down, no matter how hurt you are/have been, you’ll always crave love.
I tend to have (particularly weird) tendencies. One of them is being obsessed with queer rights. I identify as a straight person and yet when I turn on my rainbow activist, I’m labelled as gay. AS THOUGH IT’S A BAD THING. It annoys me so damn much. ALL HOMOPHOBIC PEOPLE UNFOLLOW ME RIGHT NOW. Sorry, I just got a bit carried away.
I don’t like (HATE) the whole perspective of love being denied, forbidden or unacceptable.
Anyways, my point is that LOVE IS LOVE. Love is diverse. It can be fixed or fluid. Restricting it is only going to reduce the liberality to be honest and true to yourself and others.
The whole point of this post is that society has made a standard way of love. It displays love in a particular way. (And unfortunately, sometimes, I fall for it too.) If there was no portrayal of love in mainstream media, I’m 99.68% convinced that each of us would have a unique way to express love. Love wouldn’t have a gender. We wouldn’t be judgmental about it. Rather, we would all be poets and writers, writing about love all the time.
I’m just saying, why can’t we just accept our primal nature?
Here’s a song:
OMG rainbow love i can’t even!!!!! cries in gay and obsesses over love ok bye
“Why judge gender when you can judge personality?”
I am a person who feels too deeply and yet try to follow my brain. Most of the time, I think, I succeed.
I have been described as cold, unfeeling as well as overdramatic, attention-seeking. Two, competely contradicting terms.
I’ve made it clear in my previous posts that I’m a huge lover of art. But what I’ve not made clear is my love for physics.
I have no idea exactly how this works, but when I’m, say, writing poetry, it’s like, I turn off the rational part of me and the artistic and feeling side of me comes out. And when I’m researching physics, or, just solving problems for the sake of it, I sorta turn off the aesthetic side of me and just operate on my analytical side. It comes to me naturally and I’ve never given it much thought.
When this happens, it feels like I’m two different personalities. Contradicting each other. And yet existing. And the worst/best part is that no side of me is dominant. I’m just very confused about myself. I’m pretty sure it’s not multiple personality disorder (I hope).
So, in general life, when I’m with my peers, I’m an overthinking, quiet, awkward, clumsy, private, introverted person. That’s cool. Until I went to this competition, there were these people who thought independently, made intellectual conversations, and just got me. Then, a completely different side to me showcased itself (this only happens when I talk to adults who know that I’m more than capable of making philosophical, political, intellectually stimulating conversation, like my dad, for example). I was called extroverted, confident, and very sharp in that competition. Those were my kind of people, I felt. And I didn’t have to fake or make any effort to continue the conversation.
I feel like I don’t really relate to people of my age group (this is applicable only to the people I interact with on a daily basis).
I just feel weird, I guess, realizing that I’ve been changing personalities, without even knowing that I was. My love for art and my love for physics, the irrational and rational side to me, they’re conflicting, dual, and yet, they exist. I don’t care if I’ll go crazy but I want both of my sides to thrive.
i don’t know why i did it, to be honest. the idea of starting a separate blog for poetry was uncomfortable, even to consider.
i have this love for art. and i guess i needed to create something out of the ardent passion i feel for art of any kind.
this new blog was an impulse. i, usually, don’t act upon my impulses without giving them much thought. so, i have absolutely no idea why i needed a separate blog for poetry. but i just feel like i do need it. so, let’s all welcome my impulse blog for poetic purposes.
a. what other poets style do you emulate the most?
interesting question. the problem here is that i am not such a great poet as to compare myself to any other poets out there. but if i cast that very crucial piece of info aside, then, i guess atticus. his words are down forth tattoo-able. add a bit of nikita gill, rupi kaur, walt whitman, john green (I stole this from you, Udita) into the mix.
b. do you write with too much imagery or too little?
according to me, i incorporate imagery but i don’t really know. i don’t usually let others read my work.
c. write four poems in one day or go three weeks without writing anything?
depends on my mood really. can do both. but when i’m not writing poetry, i’m writing songs. so go figure.
d. do you have your poetry organized or are you more likely to write half a stanza on a one dollar bill and then spend it by accident?
ideas come knocking at the most unlikely times, like just when you are about to sleep. many a times, i have disrupted my sleep cycle to write down ideas that sounded mind-blowing at 3 am but were utter crap. i have a box of pieces of paper with ideas, so messily-organized is more my style?
e. bird imagery or ocean imagery?
ocean. the vast endless liquid velvet that falls off the end of the world? the part of yourself you never knew but always suspected was there? yes please.
f. what was the last poem that you loved?
your art
is not about how many people
like your work
your art
is about
if your heart likes your work
if your soul likes your work
it's about how honest you are with yourself
and you
must never
trade honesty
for relatability
- to all you young poets
rupi kaur
g. do you write about people or landscapes?
i write about change and evolution. whether the subject of the evolution is people or the landscape around them is never the question ’cause one can’t exist without the other.
h. dreams or real events?
dreams of real events. i dream my reality and then i bring my dreams to reality.
i. who do you write for?
i write for the universe.
why, you ask. (i know you didn’t ask. but for the sake of being a good sport, let’s pretend that you did)
i write because that’s all i know how to do.
j. what is the worst thing about your writing? what is the best?
the worst thing about my writing is that, it doesn’t make sense, even to me. and that is also the best thing about my writing.
k. what’s the best line you’ve ever written?
the truth? my heart’s still burning over you.
it’s not my best and i know i can write better but something about this line reminds me about the crazy, insane absolutely mad things you would do for something/someone you love. it’s not about the person or thing that you love, it’s about what lengths you would go to and this line captures that feeling.
l. how much do you edit a piece before you consider it complete?
if it’s not utter crap, it’s complete. if i have to edit it, then i never understood the complete extent of the idea, in the first place and am not the best person to try and convey the idea.
m. how long does it take you to write a poem?
well, usually poems are fully formed in my head and its my physical limitations that take time. so, if it’s a long piece and my best handwriting is used, about 2-3 hours, if it’s a short piece and my best handwriting is used, it ranges from seconds to minutes.
n. ghosts or angels?
i couldn’t resist turning it into a supernatural meme, sorry.
obvi, i love cas, sorry, i mean, angels.
o. god or sunlight?
it has been scientifically proven that vitamin d improves the style of poetry and makes it stronger. i don’t make the rules, sorry.
p. soft or harsh?
water. soft enough to comfort you and harsh enough to make you face your fears.
q. safety or happiness?
abraham maslow’s heirarchy of needs pyramid works on the principle that self actualization/happiness (which is the top of the pyramid) cannot be met without fulfilling the needs below it.
maslow’s hierarchy of needs
so, safety first, happiness, later.
r. how long have you been writing?
4th grade, 9 year old me wrote a poem about a fat cat. i don’t know if that counts. from, 6th grade, i’ve been writing serious, honest-to-myself poetry. haven’t stopped since then and i guess that is why i’m writing this today.
s. who is your favourite poet? you have to pick just one.
this is one of the hardest questions i have been asked. if i had to choose one, it would be john green, for sure and before you tell me he isn’t a poet, let me tell you, he is. an undiscovered one, sure, but a poet nonetheless.
and you tell me he isn’t a poet.
t. what is your favourite line of poetry?
“it takes getting everything you ever wanted and then losing it to know what true freedom is”
this is from the monologue of lana del rey’s song, ride.
u. would you be okay with never being well known?
the thing is, i would really like my words to be well known, whether i’m well known or not is not really relevant, at least to me.
v. slow or frantic?
i prefer slow but some things are meant to be frantic and i’ve made my peace with that.
w. what colour is your poetry?
the colour of magic, changing everyday, today, it’s silver.
x. who, if anyone, do you send your new poems to?
not who but what. my new poems, usually go in my diary that i maintain for poems, if they are very good, they also go in my art journal.
y. is your poetry light or dark?
usually honest and dark.
z. write a couplet (a short poem with just two lines) about pulse points.
my pulse skipped in fear
today, i'm not gonna run from my fears, today, my fears are gonna run from me.
When I think about you, babe, my head goes crazy with the thoughts.
I wonder how to stop myself from going insane. The answer is I can’t. I can’t stop myself from going insane.
That’s why I write. I write so much because I can’t stop thoughts. I write and write and write because the only way I can live the next moment is by writing.
Not because I like to.
Not because I want to.
But because I need to.
I need to write to stop myself from getting killed.
I need to write to survive.
I need to write to breathe.
Breathe from the thoughts of you that might kill me.
“I like writing,” is my not – so – honest answer to him.
Figuring It Out... 
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