I Begin To Write


With a pen in my hand
I begin to write
But the words in my mind
They just stand and stare in my face and I hold the pen tight
The emptiness hanging inside me is all I have
Loud noises of the vacuum is all I can hear
And the wall in front of me is all I can see
I sit and wait for the words to line
But then it occurs to me that there is no good in feeding on the outside world
When I don’t have the courage to look in my mind
So, desperately I start to search for my feelings
That’s when I remember that they are long gone with my senses
Few words come scribbling down on a page
And that’s all I can take to the stage

With a pen in my hand
I begin to write
It is then I realise the small turmoil of feelings I have
Buried deep down under the huge pile of my psyche
Patiently they wait in a corner to pull down my pride
Nervously I go and stroke them and they get scattered all over the place
Gently I start to address each one of them
That’s when they pounce, scream and shout at me
They pull me down to the place I had left
But never had I realised that the place was in me and I was in the place
Few tears come running down on the page
And that’s all I can take to the stage

With a pen in my hand
I begin to write
And I begin to wonder where is all that pride
Now I begin to scratch down my walls
To find nothing but my beaten thrall
This is what I was afraid to face but now I have no place to hide
Horrified, I drop the pen and the ink is all over the page
Quickly I pick up the page and take it to throw
But then I think that I won’t
For that page might not have words
But what it has is more than the words could ever fill or do
And that is what I will take to the stage.


16 thoughts on “I Begin To Write

  1. Reblogged this on Brooding In The Tepid Dusk. and commented:
    So this is the first time I’m sharing something really personal on this blog. My dear followers, I’d like to introduce you all to my best friend Deeksha. We grew up together since Kindergarten and it’s been 15 long years since we’ve been Best Friends.

    Deeksha indeed is an exquisite writer. Her thought process is very mature and moving. I’ve learnt so much from her and her love for literature; writing is one of the countless things that make people call us twins. 🙂

    I convinced her to start a blog and even though she hasn’t been able to dedicate much time on it as she, brace yourselves, is an engineering student. So it’s understandable, isn’t it?

    But please, all of you who love to read my work, visit this human being’s blog, and give some reviews or healthy criticism. I promise you, you won’t be disappointed. 🙂

    Aakansha. 🙂


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