Pages From My Diary

This is a poem about which I can say with conviction that I will never compose anything like this ever again. It gives two conclusions about this piece:  1. Its very special 2. I haven't really enjoyed the process of it, and don't plan to go through it ever again I got the idea at sharp 7:30 PM Thursday 25 September 2025, and I guess this piece is  special because this is the first ever piece on my blog that came to my mind, made it to my diary page and was actually published on my blog within two hours! (Big achievement) So background for this one is quite diverse: I was randomly reading through the lyrics of several English artists and it occurred to me that what I thought would be a great deal of work, thinking, and brainstorm  is actually not, in fact 'song writing' is poetry at its core. And that's when the idea came to me, If I can write poetry, I can write a song too. The idea of a 'song' was rejected immediately as it did not seem creative to me but ...

Another day, another poem. This one is my latest piece, and also quite dramatic. I had been thinking for a long time on the core concept of this prompt: People. I was feeling like we are slowly losing the value and importance of people in our lives, embracing loneliness and driving away from relations has been more on the trend. This felt like a piece in my mind from a long time, and writing it down felt like venting out my emotions in my diary and was quite relaxing: In a world full of people The light goes out It's silence for a moment And then I hear shouts But I can only hear them Unable to see the faces and their expressions For its total blackout Someone bumps in me 'Oh sorry' I hear I walk a few steps And stamp a feet 'Hey watch out' 'Sorry' I voice out I try to hold someone's shoulder 'Let go', and they run off I fall back onto somebody 'Hey, watch out young lady'  'I'm sorry, but I'm a gentleman' I regain my balan...

So I'm back with my poetry , since I had posted a writeup I felt it should be okay to post poetry.  Some background for this piece: One sunny morning, I was sitting by the fields and it just occurred to me that I've never really shed any light on the workers of this domain.  I had initially thought it to be a little tacky, but to my surprise, it was quite simple as if it had been there for a long time, and that I had always been writing about it. Rereading this now reminds me of "Amal unbound" a book I read a long time ago about a farmer's girl and her passion for reading and teaching, maybe somewhere I was inspired by that idea too. I'm personally very grateful that it tuned out to be so perfect:  You see that skinny boy walking amongst the fields Bending down every now and then, sowing the seeds The summer sun shines, hot on his face The winter wind slaps him, right in the face But he never stops, takes a day off Sowing the seeds today Shooing off the birds ...