At the age of 17, I discovered the poet in me after a heartbreak. My love only increased for her ever since. At first, my poems were an expression of love and affection towards the person who I adored so much, but later words flowed more as a realisation of an important lesson of life. One does not get everything one wants and loss of something makes you understand and appreciate its value.
Poetry flowed from my soul onto paper and I discovered my unconditional love for something even better, the thought to pursue poetry writing automatically followed. Poetry helped me beat my sorrow and pickup the valuable lesson learnt from it. Sometimes words written on paper hold far more power than those expressed aloud. Those words which took the form of mere poetry were actually my wounds leaving my soul. In a way poetry helped me recover and rejuvenated…
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