The Girl who wishes to Write

"A poem begins with a lump in the throat, a home-sickness or a love-sickness. It is a reaching-out toward expression; an effort to find fulfillment. A complete poem is one where the emotion has found its thought and the thought has found the words." - Robert Frost

I love to read, love the stories and the whole different worlds a book could transport you into.Whenever I took a book to read I always read with such fervor and passion that I identify and involve myself often romantically with the characters of the book. The book is read and kept away but the people and emotions continue to live. It would not be wrong to say that my love for books have cultivated who I am. The central characters of books I love have defined me in many ways or it could be that they were in some sense a reflection of characteristics I may or may not be aware of .

Today I just finished yet another beautiful book, and when thinking what it is that I loved about this book, the answer that came to me as always is that like most of the books I love this one too was written with a painful honesty and great clarity on oneself by the author.

But well none of this is the reason why I chose to write today.

Long ago I had realized that my love for reading had merged into a need for writing too. Often I would find the need to vent myself through writing, only to read again the next morning and be embarrassed at my own frivolous writings and refusing to allow myself to express through words. I wished to write someday,with the same beauty capturing true emotions like Margaret Mitchell in Gone with the Wind. I nurture this hope knowing only well that I would never do that, quit even before i lay one step towards it ! I can find a million reasons not to even try like telling myself but how can you when you haven't even gone to literature school so on and so forth. To me in my writings I never saw the honesty of what I wished to convey as I was often too busy looking at the imperfections or the lack of beauty in it !

Later today, Moving on from the book while browsing I came across a blog with the quote that I have put at the start of this blog.This quote appealed to me, the eloquence with which the poet wrote about his vocation appealed to me in a manner i couldn't really understand or explain. I had to save this Little quote and keep it with me.

So, While i quickly jotted out this quote in my journal, maybe I realized that to write something that touches your heart it doesn't really need to be perfect! Honest but never perfect.. And you don't need to have gone to the writing school also :) You just need to free your self from perceptions of your self, and what would be perceived of what you write. An honest interpretation of what you believe in could only spring from a mind free of such limitations and a soul honest to itself ! To be able to to write you need to grow as a human and to do that capturing moments of clairvoyance in words would go a long way.

I am far from having successfully wrote in words the thought and emotions which the quote brought to me, but yet i feel a sense of joy in having tried. I still believe I would not write as much as I wish I would, but I would not want to be the one who never took a step towards it.

This blog and my journal are small steps I take to erase the number of "I wish I had" in my life..