The Flow : Of Imagination & Creation


Let’s draw the curves of imagination

Without your gizmos or modern assistant,

Leaving behind your Google Secretary

Take a break of solitude

Where the quiet lullaby draw its octaves

Of sword & Warfield where history is written

Let the pen show its might

Let the page show its worth

As they were silent too

Waiting for their companion

Together they defy silence

Like solitary reaper & her melody

The memories made of moment divine.

Sometimes you may find it hard

To convey your thoughts

Or longed for that word

Which might have hit the bulls eye,

After all your secretary wasn’t there as such.

But that is not to stop you there

Don’t let your thought stream to stuck

Let the flow be the flow

Because that’ll be your original show

When your creativity lay its head

On the floor of that warfield

Not to lay there forever

Or ultimately die out

But to rise up

With more vigor & strength

When what your actually learnt

Throughout this corporate play

Present its gist like stone & clay

With latter taking shape of your imagination

Rendering masterpiece or yet another naïve creation

But the former is not out of picture

For its support, your creation lies on

Implicitly it binds, it assists, it holds

The skeleton of your structure drawn

It is what you retained

It is what will remain with you

It’s the knowledge, you’ll capitalize your foundation on

Now that you know the reason

Behind your everyday learning,

Go back to your earlier work

Finish the essential tasks

Lying in the middle of renaissance

Close everything your were doing previously

Put aside the distractions

Now start afresh with instantaneous thought

Draw the curves of imagination

Create the flow to eternity

And let that flow be the flow

Because that’ll be your original show.


Pseudo Ice-breaker : To get that all over once again


I have been away from my blog for a while now. Not that I was completely out of touch, its mostly in terms of writing my own posts. I’ve been reading it consistently though- well it never ceases. I have commented over others’ posts. There have been few messages exchanges as well but the writing was something that, if not for the whole semester, was at a halt for past 3 months. And that’s what is this post for- to vent out the reasons, my thoughts that are weighing me down from putting up any further posts afresh.  An action to embark that excitement once again, a pseudo ice-breaker.

Writing is good. It doesn’t only relieve your mind from the utter agglomeration (something of a substantial effect) but now you also have an account for your thoughts which almost eliminates the probability of them being lost in cognitive labyrinth. It doesn’t necessarily give you any tangible result per se but it does enhance your typing speed, if you’re not one of those pen-paper-first-choice people, your vocabulary (because you want to accommodate more in less), your thought flow, refining your thought process to name a few. You analysis becomes more rational when you start writing them up.

It doesn’t have to be a long full-fledged informative chap always, sometimes few words do miracles but only when proper thought has been put behind them. It need not to be that emotional outburst challenging the romantic literature you just finished reading, neither it has to be one of your political analysis that might have found place in the editorial of some daily if you were holding the appropriate position. It doesn’t have to be the other character’s thorough manipulation, sometimes few psychological hacks, that you found amusing, could work a charm. The hacks that either you invented yourself or read somewhere and experimented with their implication. I can go on & on with my bulleted points but you got the gist, right?

I had been quite busy this past semester. Busy enough that it almost altered my daily schedule- my food habit (timing not taste), my routine home call, and my sleeping time. Anyway, work would come into picture here but that’s the case with everyone, isn’t it? What if these were the works with deadlines & you were solely responsible for their timely deliverance. Most of them were organizational, so I couldn’t back out once I have made the move of acceptance. It did add to my skills with a tag of recognition and it had been an extensive fast paced progress- something that I should be happy with but not when it comes at the cost of your personal time.

Taking out the time for yourself is one of the most important practices one should adopt. Time when you question yourself and your very purpose of existence (not the spiritual things of Yoga or Nirvana but the purpose you wish to be fulfilled from yourself), your goal & the motivation to tread the path downtrodden. Nevertheless, I must not hesitate to accept the ignorance or laziness I possessed that pulled me back if ever I wanted to let this ice not even form (something ironic for this hot summer!), despite it was there in my mind all the time.   

Now that I look back at my earlier written pieces, all those moments relive again. The contentment of letting your heart out, the exhilaration of connecting to the inconspicuous outside world, the ecstasy of receiving those compliments, the words of appreciation for the effort that was worth putting behind, shaping the feeling of love, molding my emotions and giving them a recognizable picture. These are something that is non-existent in this materialistic world regardless of their presence. This is the language of soul that prevails unboundedly. I may not get those past moments with my friends or that adorable red shyness on her face back but writing would certainly help in webbing my utopian world again.

Why did YOU put it at halt? What pulls YOU back? Do find out your own reasons & vent that up by resuming it. Remember, you may target to build a marvelous snowman in the beginning but essentially the end result doesn’t have to be one but still that’s your creation. Keep writing! 🙂