MY OATH OF CREATIVITY
I listened to songs and reflected on every words of its lyrics, to learn to craft my words in a beautiful way. I turned the pages of books I had read years back, to recapture the essence of its lines that had once made my heart blow. Still, I lost my grab on the creative me, And remained alone in this zone of creation. When smoothness didn’t fill my papers, I went in search for pain and aggression. I wounded myself with knife to feel the pain, to spread red blood onto white sheets. I ran to the terrace to capture the freedom of flying birds, to trace it in my piece of art. I became selfish and chose to cage those birds, to keep their freedom alive within me. With an excuse of not having stolen them but only stored, to release as soon as my papers would grow their wings. This didn’t take me anywhere, Crunching me down, all papers of my notebook was of waste now, I wanted to calm down and take a deep breathe, I wanted to rest! So...