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...and that's true love.
When you do something you love doing the most, you get less tired, even if you work more than your capability. This is because the more you do things you love, the more you feel relaxed.
For me, writing is solace. Since 2017, when I named myself and The Bleeding Heart, whenever I used to write something, I used to imagine myself in that situation. I used to go in a completely different world which is governed by my laws, the laws of love. It always relaxed me, and helped me bring out the best I had, on a paper. So comforting it was.
Guess what? Today (13th December 2019) at 1:28 am, I collected all my works' hard copies and let them burn. I set fire to the most important thing, 'Vo Insaan' ('That Person'; a poem by me), my longest and biggest work. I stood in front of the fire and absorbed the heat in the chilling cold and felt so comfortable.
The heat was so powerful, it kept me warm all night and 6:00 am morning felt no cold. It was like I was free; free as I had nothing interesting to do.
You know, why I am writing this here is because this was where I understood how it feels to be loved back. When I chose writing as my love, it loved me back, helped me imagine more and deeper. It taught me that to feel something, it isn't important for one to experience it first, not everytime. It helped me make different inferences of the same thing, as I learnt to look at the world through different dimensions.
And when I decided to get rid of it, to burn its existence in me, then too, all it gave me was comfort, as if it was remembering our togetherness, as if it was saying, "It's alright, whenever you need me again, I'll be there..." as the fire went cold, and cold, and I came back home.
I don't know how, but automatically I sat and penned this incident, this thought in my register. It happened so fast as if I was dying and needed a pen and a notebook for saving some breaths for myself. And finally, I smiled as I realised,
"Even if we decide to give up on those things we love the most, at last, we always end up coming back to them." I guess even though I gave up writing, writing didn't give up on me. And that's true love.
©Abhishek Dubey
#Love&love #Love #Life #Poetry #poem #WritcoQuote #writco #writers #Motivation #inspiration @Writco
For me, writing is solace. Since 2017, when I named myself and The Bleeding Heart, whenever I used to write something, I used to imagine myself in that situation. I used to go in a completely different world which is governed by my laws, the laws of love. It always relaxed me, and helped me bring out the best I had, on a paper. So comforting it was.
Guess what? Today (13th December 2019) at 1:28 am, I collected all my works' hard copies and let them burn. I set fire to the most important thing, 'Vo Insaan' ('That Person'; a poem by me), my longest and biggest work. I stood in front of the fire and absorbed the heat in the chilling cold and felt so comfortable.
The heat was so powerful, it kept me warm all night and 6:00 am morning felt no cold. It was like I was free; free as I had nothing interesting to do.
You know, why I am writing this here is because this was where I understood how it feels to be loved back. When I chose writing as my love, it loved me back, helped me imagine more and deeper. It taught me that to feel something, it isn't important for one to experience it first, not everytime. It helped me make different inferences of the same thing, as I learnt to look at the world through different dimensions.
And when I decided to get rid of it, to burn its existence in me, then too, all it gave me was comfort, as if it was remembering our togetherness, as if it was saying, "It's alright, whenever you need me again, I'll be there..." as the fire went cold, and cold, and I came back home.
I don't know how, but automatically I sat and penned this incident, this thought in my register. It happened so fast as if I was dying and needed a pen and a notebook for saving some breaths for myself. And finally, I smiled as I realised,
"Even if we decide to give up on those things we love the most, at last, we always end up coming back to them." I guess even though I gave up writing, writing didn't give up on me. And that's true love.
©Abhishek Dubey
#Love&love #Love #Life #Poetry #poem #WritcoQuote #writco #writers #Motivation #inspiration @Writco
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