shruti-chakraborty
Writing can be interspersed with breathing for me, for I shall write till I die. / / Poetry is that one excuse for me to say things aloud, (at times, only to the piece of paper or the blank screen) that I couldn't have, in another conversation with another person, or maybe even with myself. Reading poetry reminds me of things I may have thought about and left midway, long ago, maybe because I didn't dare go beyond that point. I am amazed at how a fifteen minute scribbling exercise alters the way I see the world, almost like discovering a new colour, as it were. / / Poetry is simply, gazing with love at those corners of life, things, people and ourselves, that sunlight is often unable to reach. / / Seeking the universe in all corners of my life. Love to sing, dance, meditate. Learning to live, one day at a time. / www.wordshire.blogspot.in
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