Poetry, a passion, a break from the jargon
Poetry is like the breath of fresh air, in this world of tweets, texts and emojis. It awakens the hidden depths of your thoughts, makes you revisit old memories, your hopes for the future, the hidden cracks in your soul and fills it with light.
As a poet for the past 16 years, it’s the one thing that has stood me in good stead through all of life’s ups and downs, in every challenge when I didn’t know my own mind, or was stuck somewhere. It brought out my emotions, helped me identify what exactly it was that I wanted. Even now in the whirlpool of ISB, I can come home to find a moment of peace and quiet within words.
The first book I have read on poems is Rupi Kaur’s Milk & Honey, which was dropped at my doorstep as the last reminder of a birthday gone by. It’s almost like reading my diary out loud, the words flow beautifully, in a non-pretentious, non-assuming manner. You don’t need a thesaurus to read it, nor a lot of time to analyze each line. It states clearly and openly our innermost thoughts, about love, loss, peace, sadness, about life. It’s what helps me break through frequent writer’s blocks whether its to pen down a few lines or to brush up the old resume with placement season around the corner.
It’s been a revelation to read for famous poetry always seemed to have this untouchable, unattainable air about it, like a level you had to reach before you got the guts to let the world read out your creations. Milk & Honey reminds you that amidst all the jargon with KPIs, DAUs, CTAs, there is still a space for just being yourself, and if you just believe enough, being able to shine…