I can say I have been writing for about a year and a half now. . . regularly and consistently. I have over 80 posts on my blog, a couple of unpublished poems, a couple of ideas for poems, a lot of micropoetry yet to be published. For a person who never even felt the need to write, I do feel this is quite a pleasant surprise and achievement for me. I work with numbers all day long and it is a relief to come to my sacred sanctuary of words. The best advice I got was “If you write it, they will read”, when I was so nervous about putting my thoughts up in a public arena.
I am so proud of each poem, micropoem, many phrases, even some words. They all hold a special place with me, because they remind me of how I wrote or thought of them. And I kept thinking if I had to pick one, which would I choose as my favourite poem. It would actually be like choosing your favourite child . . .
Ok . . . no, it wouldn’t at all be like choosing your favourite child :-D, so yes there is one poem which is very dear to my heart. Every time I thought about my favourite poem, this one unfailingly came up in my mind. I adore it the most because it best represents me . . . free yet bound. I also loved the way it formed in my mind. I am re-posting it and hope you enjoy it as much as I did thinking it up.
PS to all you “they”s who read what I write . . . thank you so much!
when my words sculpt you into a hero
worship and adore you
and the pedestal isn’t high enough
don’t crush me
you will never find another
. . . in this life
nor the next . . .
i kiss your every footstep
before the sand erases it
won’t you turn around and glance at me?
. . . if you ask me
i may unveil for you . . .
even He does not have that privilege
for they ask me to hide myself
whenever i invoke His name