As I observe my child engrossed
In playing with his toys, completely lost
In his own world, inventing stories
That he narrates to himself, without any worries
He is quite oblivious of his creativity
While I, proud as only a mother could be
Marvel at him, then travel back in time
To when such creative pursuits were mine
And say to myself, a tad wistfully
I wish I could channel my creativity..
Years spent in rigorous medical training
Have obliterated the imaginative being
That once was me, bubbling with stories within
That longed to escape, into words woven
Ideas that evaporated, lost their existence
Because I had no time to give them substance..
And now I feel that well of creativity
Has dried up, exasperated by its futility
How I long to channel once again
The creative streak in my pragmatic brain..
This was me contemplating over a year ago
How to let the seed of creativity grow
Had to start somewhere, myself I told-
After weeks of deliberation, I became bold
Enough to put my voice out there
Thus started this blog, I finally did dare
To put my thoughts out in such a way
That would demand commitment day after day
To pen down my ideas for the blog’s existence
Having this blog fueled my persistence
Now this is my haven, my quiet sanctuary
To which I escape from my daily life dreary.