I started writing poems as a hobby, which has now developed into a kind of addiction in such a way that it hurts my conscience when I, due to any reason, fail to write one. But, an even more significant motive is the influence of some topics, the impact of some aspects of human society and emotions, the effect of beauty, tragedy and noteworthy anecdotes. More often than not, the cause of penning down my thoughts into rhyming illustrations are a kind of medium to declare joy and beauty, exhume anger and excitement and pour sorrow on all things tragic. With each group of poems of a different emotion, savour them at your own pace, Reader. Hope you enjoy this curated compilation of my musings!
It is no shame in admitting, after bidding adieu to a whole year and one grade, my creations have surely matured. From the larva of an amateurish understanding of what poetry is, beyond mere rhyming words, I consider this collection to be a memoir of my metamorphosis into a pupa. Still not the march to the highest level, it is all about the journey, the metamorphosis. I was previously awestruck by emotions from a distance, and now, I seek to comment on the nature of these emotions, adopt them, and then - weave them into poetry. Some preachy, some genuine. some chaotic, some in order - All imperfect. This is an ode to imperfect metamorphosis.
In this book, I chronicle the adventures of three perpetually confounded time travelers, celebrate a static, lull of bare existence free of discomfort but also ecstasy. The collection point fingers and blame, while also criticize that blame. This collection talks about high concepts and low concepts, outrage and mediocrity. But most of all, it tries to be creative. It is chaotic, it is warm, it is disturbing, it is inconsistent, it is rough around the edges yet its embrace is godly to whoever among you, the reader, it relates to. I wish you a pleasant, nervous, frustrating, fulfilling and subjective journey to explore our conscience, our secret love and fear, our metaphorical and physical surrounding. As a little addition, I have also included some of my primitive short stories for your entertainment and to remind me, it will get better as I learn to hone the art. We explore our metamorphosis and stationary state of being, we explore both our murmured musings and our fearlessly shouted statements. Let us celebrate the contradictions in us, the harmless double standards in us, the Dance of our Duality.
I started writing poems as a hobby, which has now developed into a kind of addiction in such a way that it hurts my conscience when I, due to any reason, fail to write one. But, an even more significant motive is the influence of some topics, the impact of some aspects of human society and emotions, the effect of beauty, tragedy and noteworthy anecdotes. More often than not, the cause of penning down my thoughts into rhyming illustrations are a kind of medium to declare joy and beauty, exhume anger and excitement and pour sorrow on all things tragic. With each group of poems of a different emotion, savour them at your own pace, Reader. Hope you enjoy this curated compilation of my musings!
It is no shame in admitting, after bidding adieu to a whole year and one grade, my creations have surely matured. From the larva of an amateurish understanding of what poetry is, beyond mere rhyming words, I consider this collection to be a memoir of my metamorphosis into a pupa. Still not the march to the highest level, it is all about the journey, the metamorphosis. I was previously awestruck by emotions from a distance, and now, I seek to comment on the nature of these emotions, adopt them, and then - weave them into poetry. Some preachy, some genuine. some chaotic, some in order - All imperfect. This is an ode to imperfect metamorphosis.
In this book, I chronicle the adventures of three perpetually confounded time travelers, celebrate a static, lull of bare existence free of discomfort but also ecstasy. The collection point fingers and blame, while also criticize that blame. This collection talks about high concepts and low concepts, outrage and mediocrity. But most of all, it tries to be creative. It is chaotic, it is warm, it is disturbing, it is inconsistent, it is rough around the edges yet its embrace is godly to whoever among you, the reader, it relates to. I wish you a pleasant, nervous, frustrating, fulfilling and subjective journey to explore our conscience, our secret love and fear, our metaphorical and physical surrounding. As a little addition, I have also included some of my primitive short stories for your entertainment and to remind me, it will get better as I learn to hone the art. We explore our metamorphosis and stationary state of being, we explore both our murmured musings and our fearlessly shouted statements. Let us celebrate the contradictions in us, the harmless double standards in us, the Dance of our Duality.
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