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The seeker


I seek inspiration
for writing is easy no more 
thoughts ebb rather than flow
instinctual illumination and enlightenment
which once defined me 
sounds like something from a bygone era. 

Words don't even exist 
to sound stifled or stymied 
everything feels mechanical
excitement doesn't really tickle my heart
when I think of blogging

I can hear wordpress whispering to me 
that blogger is an un-updated relic , 
I can feel the crunch of not having enough content
to be eligible for adsense 
or enough drive 
to submit to a blogadda 

References I make feel like
the Dorne storyline from Game of Thrones -
They just don't make sense.
Everything I put pen to, sounds so unoriginal 
or better put by somebody else. 

I used to sound light hearted even when i was trying not to be -
much to my chagrin in fact ,
but now i sound like cranky ranter 
venting her turmoil in public webspace 
Basically I have become somebody , 
I used to laugh at. 

But yeah , things change. 
For better or worse 
and you have to go with the flow
Isn't that what "Steady Meanderings" is all about?
I ask myself 
In that minuscule moment  
I get a brief glimpse of 
What I used to be 
or what I could be,
If only I could get rid of these not so insane negative thoughts.

This pity party has to stop asap 
I need to write,sketch , scribble something
meander somewhere 
anywhere but here.

For that , 
I seek inspiration


Comments

  1. I would say it is a Wonderful piece of honest no-meandering from you. I feel you must definitely write poems too at irregular intervals. All of us seek inspiration and we get it from kitchen to crowd. We fall, dust ourselves and chase the next. So come on girl...rock rock rockkkkk!!

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  2. Great to see this from you :) The moment you realize that you need inspiration is in itself a sign that you want to bring about a change! Change is good! Good luck samyuktha :D

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