The Inspiration for Writing
I haven’t ever considered myself to be very talented when it comes to writing, but one thing which satisfies me is that whenever I write, I take great pleasure in it. It’s something I do only when I’m in the mood. I’ve been inspired and seldom I feel I've been inspiring as well and I believe that the strongest power a person need to be able to write is inspiration. Over the years I've written lots of essays, stories, speeches, poems, etc. But it always has had to come from a thought or idea which has been cultivated from inspiration. I’ll give you an example. I sent the following poem to the poetry.com competition about 4 years back and it made it to the semi finals. It also got published in a book of anthology called ‘Under the Quicksilver Moon’ (which I still haven’t been able to catch hold of)The Sound Of A Crying Heart
As the hinges creak loudly, and I open the door,
My eyes fall on the place where she sits no more.
Where she would welcome me with warmth that would make a stone melt,
And I would feel joy within me, no matter how tired I had felt.
Even though I try to forget the shadow of her eyes,
Why does she feel closer, each time my heart cries?
Is it maybe because her presence made me forget the pains in me?
And she showed me reasons to live, which before I couldn't see?
Is it maybe because her smiles made me feel she was mine?
And the brightness of her soul would forever on me shine?
Is it maybe because she promised to stay with me forever?
And planned with earnest the things we'd do together?
Now that I'm alone, would she know how I feel?
When she disappeared in a dream that had felt so real.
I only wish I knew how long her life would last,
But the only thing I know have is the memory of her past.
And now attempts of ending my life I try to resist,
It's her soul nesting in mine that inspires me to exist.
Each tear that drops on my cheek; in it sinks my heart,
And the wind whispers in my ear that we'll always be apart.
If you ever meet my love, tell her my wounds are sore,
But I'll always be waiting for her in front of the creaking door.
It’s not the best poems I've written, but certainly up there somewhere. The strange thing is that it took me less than an hour to come up with the idea, the words, the arrangement and the whole structure. I was reading an old magazine where this girl had written a moving poem about something I cant remember, and slowly at first , then steadily the words just kept coming down and I kept noting them down. Writing is what I call a ‘feel’ thing; at least for myself. If I don’t have that ‘feeling’, I can’t write. I've had to bear with the patience of waiting for even weeks to write a declamation speech, only to just rip it up and re write the whole speech in less than two hours, and that too in a much better way and with a better perception. And the incident with the poem above shows that the inspiration needed can come from just about anything at all. It’s sort of like painting, where an artist can be inspired or moved from anything and with a few strokes can conjure up a whole rainbow of different colors that show his perception. Same is the case with writing, though the idea of abstractness is portrayed more properly in poetry rather than in essays or stories.
If we look around us, much of what we have been able to achieve successfully is in essence the result of being inspired from someone or something. And as long as a part of us continues to be encouraged and inspired, the sun will always be shining behind the clouds.
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