Spread the verse!

Sometimes, my words know me better than I know myself

Poetry makes me pause in apprehension, like a six year old sitting atop the banyan tree, wondering how fast I can fall from this height. Poetry makes me pause in joy, like a seven year old, sitting under the banyan tree, wondering how fast I could climb. Poetry is some weird fire to me. As if someone had set me on fire from inside, and the warmth was comforting me in the cold blizzard. It is strangely eclectic. Sometimes, my words know me better than I know myself.

I write for myriad reasons, and a couple more.
I write so that I can remember that taste of cotton candy, and potato chips against the back of my tongue, rolling off under the side, as if my mouth was a wave in the ocean. I write because I like to dream in the bliss of words. I write because somewhere, it makes me feel beautiful, as if someone had given me a word I never knew before. I write because every-time when a word binds itself in a tryst with other words, I feel like I can taste my own skin wrapped inside my mouth in another wave.
I write because when my tongue is tired of the ocean it expels in every utterance, my hands write tsunamis I am not scared of.

I will believe you when you tell me that the only good thing you did today was that you ‘wrote a poem’. I will believe you when you tell me that good things exist. That there is magic. And, when I tell you that certain words hold powers relative to you, I will know that you know somehow. That there are words that can do more good than my own name. That there are words that heal more broken hearts than cardiologists. That there are words that hurt more people than the reality we conjure up. That there are words that are just as warming as finding a love letter in your drawer few years from now, not knowing who wrote it.

So when I pass through the trees, below the leaves, like a conscious rebellion, I become the wind, and maybe we will all burn as bright as we can, turning into a Phoenix.We will collect our words from our ashes, and rise again. Till then. Thank you.

It is lovely to know you!

Please support me by clicking the ‘Become a patron’ button (at the link: https://www.patreon.com/tanyasingh)  I will forever be grateful for the support you show. 

Also,  I am working on a very beautiful project: The Cerurove. The Cerurove is an international online literary magazine that celebrates art, and all forms of expression. We will be launching soon. If you wish to join us, feel free to mail me at cerurove@gmail.com. 

All Love!

Tanya Singh

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