Poetry - My Way to Fly
All my life I have felt trapped. It is not that people were trapping me. People around me were doing their best. But my spirit longed to fly sky high. I am not even sure how to express that longing in words. But I feel it is a longing to express myself fully. Poetry has somehow opened a portal for me to fly out. I have not studied poetry, and am not well-versed with the rules and regulations pertaining to grammatical/poetic expressions; nor do I sit and organize my thoughts. Whatever flows, simply flows out of me. Many a times, I wonder who has written what has come out of me. When I look at the prose and style; it seems very amateurish to me, but still the exhilarating feeling which I feel during writing, and afterwards during reading, fills me with an unexplainable joy. I love this joy. So Poetry for me is my sacred space where, I can reach the sky; where I have total freedom. Here water can grow wings, and a cloud can march on its feet. Here, an ant can conquer the Everest, and the Everest can bow down to an anthill. Here, a male can love femininely sensitively, and a woman can be a fearsome warrior. Here, a moment can be an eternity, and eternity can pass in just one nanosecond. Anything and everything is possible here.
But, again I am not sure how long this way of expression will flow out of me. Or another way of expression will be bestowed upon me. I am not worried. I want to enjoy the NOW. I want to remain in a surrender position, where I bow down to the Divine, and humbly request it to express itself through this tiny spark of life called "me". Let this "me" enjoy the divine expression and lose itself completely until the shell of the body cracks open and the light inside me merges with THE LIGHT. This will then be the end of longing and beginning of belonging. Am I making any sense? I wonder. "Que sera sera... Whatever will be will be..."
Love & Peace, ~Rosy Kaur. 01.11.2011