Happy Birthday to me !

I saw you most getting older . Recollecting yourself from the moments that shatter you into piece and you churned it into your art reclaiming your territory defining new and better boundaries for people to not hurt you. I saw you rising from the ashes and renewing yourself to a version that is more practical, callous and more stronger than ever for your sake. World will always be cruel place to live in get used to it.

You want to tell your story so you spurn your art from the most unbearable part some times from the moment that felt like most difficult to breathe but also from the moments passed like breeze felt like it was the last shooting star in the sky and I was privileged enough to witness it and granted to make a wish. Life is perfect equilibrium of all those moments.

You want to write stories , tell your poetries and tell people stories where they find themselves into it . Something relatable , something tangible you simply want to be a storyteller not caring about eloquent vocabularies and perfect rhyming but people won’t find you approachable.
What’s a point of writing such poetries if it gives no interpretation no meaning and also if it can not make reader dive deep into experience and let you whisper I have been through this too. What’s a point making such poetries if I would ever keep on thinking that I could have told the reader many things but I was occupied making It’s surface seemed like shiny and polished but it was shallow old worm eaten wood inside.

They say change your art making it aesthetic , write some beautiful words and make it a little different add some spark but I would loose my tint of magic in it. Will I ever get satisfaction of writing something where I can never be myself . That’s furthest easiest way to kill the artist. Tell him that his art will be accepted if he tries to be something he is not. Maybe that’s their envy that is sheer visible but I won’t permit myself from doing that . I won’t ever do that . I came to accept the fact that my art is different it is relatable as well as it is something I won’t to do. My younger self would have gone to Oxford dictionary collecting words that gives absolute no meaning to my whole poetries.

Happy Birthday to me ! Thank you for not giving up , Thank You for your acceptance , Thank You for struggles , Thank You for the people who go through my words and lastly Thank You for being simply you!

Thank You for reading!