As Them?

stubborn lungs,
inflate and let go.
And while I have
let myself,
inflate of

h o p e s
d r e a m s,

does not letting go,
make me just
as stubborn
as them?


We, fickle things, us humans.
Ever needing to think: we need not become dependant. In an effort to soothe our hearts, the same hearts, that just wanted to have people to rely on. So mighty in that fort of yours; high walls of barren, empty halls. Numbness of the cold, not from some snow, but by being alone in the misery of your self-built comfort.
Oh we, ironic things, us humans.


p.s. on a vacation +¬†a week left until “________”


So as the Spoken Word enthusiast that I am, I’ve been trying to write something for a while now. Well, not poetry (because I’ve done that¬†a lot in the past few weeks) but just something else in general.¬†Alas, I might have one of those writer’s block¬†(I don’t much agree to the concept of it but yeah..).

But worry not, reader! I’m not here to go on and on, whining on this not-too-bad day, like a kid who has lost that one¬†beloved pacifier.
Great going. writing and pacifiers, one in the same eh?

Horrible analogy, I know.

Wait, what were we talking about again?  
Aha! yes. Lack of writing and Spoken Word.

Here’s an¬†excerpt from ever-talented Sarah Kay’s renowned TED talk: is tempting to keep writing the same poem,¬†or keep telling the same story, over and over,¬†once you’ve figured out that it will gain you applause.¬†It’s not enough to just teach that you can express yourself.¬†You have to grow and explore¬†and take risks and challenge yourself.





What intrigued me most, is the idea of looking for new stories lurking out there, in wait for you to find them. By thinking about it like that, you can almost compare writing to say something like jelly fishing!

Hold on, is that a genuine sport, or was SpongeBob the only champion? ¬†Update:¬†definitely¬†not a sport. I’m much an idiot. thank you reader, for bearing that¬†idiocy.¬†and thank you, spongebob for ruining my short lived life as a wanna-be writer. goodbye.¬†

Ahem, like I was saying, our diversity and uniqueness as human beings could not be any more clearer than when we actively go out and find those stories, make them our own and send them away for others to welcome into their lives, for sometimes a bit or other times; a lifetime. But what we also find, and this idea in general is again touched upon by Sarah Kay, are similarities to bond us together as not just people, but friends, and find compassion and respect for one another.

To experience this, and I’m sure we all have in some ways, is incredibly, incredibly phenomenal.¬†

I’m sure what I’m saying (writing?)¬†is not really an original idea.

However,¬†what I AM sure of, is that it is an idea that needs to be voiced and voiced again¬†because¬†to find stories is¬†one of those things that EVERYONE¬†can do. You don’t need to famous or rich¬†or whatever,¬†you only¬†need to try.

So be patient,¬†and¬†eager,¬†to soak in (you’d think I wouldn’t¬†use a sponge analogy after ya know, the whole spongebob-embarrsement above..)¬†whatever life has to offer and then, much like a sponge;¬†give away all that you can.


That way, we’re all masterpieces; in making.


Creativity: I’m Working On It.

I’ve¬†always¬†found comfort in creativity.

And that’s what I’ve been thinking about for while now.

You know how deep within,¬†you kind of realize what you want to be doing? Call it your¬†calling or whatever, your whole inner self gets these “homely feels” and you can’t stop walking towards it. Like your brain cells fidgeting together¬†in hopes that you achieve that “something”.

It’s a very mysterious kind of hypnotism.

And I’ve felt that a lot of times with varying degrees of agitation and desire. Obviously,¬†the strongest of such a feeling that I felt struck me in the most profoundest way, was the desire to not necessarily be a writer but to seek shelter in words; to learn the art of mesmerization by¬†26¬†alphabets placed in the right order, to see how a bunch of¬†shapes can change perspectives and understandings.

To commit to figuring out people, with all their remarkable ideas intact, through the medium of words.

I’ve realized that once you agree to your fidgeting brain cells, you begin¬†to pick up signs of the hypnotism¬†happening again and¬†again. But this time you know the drill, you’ve honed your skills and you’re more ready to be accepting of it. And that’s where I think, creativity does wonders.¬†

For me, this little blog was the¬†first time ever I¬†fully listened to my creative self and it’s comforting to know that I did.

However,¬†the truth unravels when for a moment you think more deeply¬†about your creative calling. And I’m not astounded by the number of times that I’ve listened to it but by a simple question of,¬†“how many times has it went unheard?”.


Sorry to say, I have no answer.

But I’m working on it.¬†



P.S. Few more days and you’ll see.¬†


There will always be a clash of people and thoughts. To be thoughtful is to be either with an accompanying majority or minority or very occasionally the first thinker in a new branch of mindset.

In an outward way, we humans support diversity of thought. Yet we do¬†not really support diversity, we enjoy it. By that I don’t mean¬†enjoyment of¬†a mind opening manner¬†where you seek it¬†to be more knowledgeable of the world but rather¬†in the way of¬†an audience, cheering and hooting in a sizzling football match.

Times today, we don’t crave knowledge anymore.
We crave to have¬†the opposing team’s noses¬†rubbed in the brutal face of defeat.

Be it by hook, or by crook.

Thus we have found comfort behind the word, clash. 



P.S. This was a very spontaneous ramble! Oh and 3rd post in a week…so writing spree, I guess. ūüôā