What does writing mean to me?

Writing is a source of my inspiration
It is an invaluable asset of my life that brings to me motivation…

I began writing to express myself as to what I feel and observe
The idea was that I may not communicate well but, I too hold an opinion to what was happening around and additionally, it was the best way to fall in love…

Writing to me is something like an escape and a comeback
It’s what I do when I am too low and even when I am too high, I take no flak.

Writing is a possession, presumably to be the most wonderful and the deadliest too
It is an art that let’s me be who I want to or I am with no restrictions or opposition from woe.

Writing is a true blessing and it really gives ms wings
I can soar high in the sky, casting dreams and reality onto paper strings…

@thinkinginmyway
~ Mamta Garg

A Dream… (Storyline of covid)

Title: 2020 – A Dream
Theme: Cherished Memories

We celebrated each moment together,
We sat by the balcony to have deep discussions with one another…

We painted the walls of our new house, casting our hands and memories
We lived with a sense of warmth and love as we lay on the cot holding the arms under the skies…

We could think of nothing and yet talk about anything because we shared the same room
We always hoped to wish a pleasant morning and a peaceful night,
There was nothing that we needed to hide or call it gloom…

We cooked, danced and had crazy sundays
We greeted our neighbours on occasions and enjoyed with our family on the picnic days…

We were there before any one of us dived into the pool of mistakes
We knew what one needed when we were too low to say ‘no’ to celebrations and cakes…

We were wholesome and made a complete picture
We were in a single frame, supporting every single day each other!!

The days were beautiful and your presence was divine
Your laughter made my day better than a glass of wine…

You were the reason I used to wake up every single morning
Planning my schedule you stole the most of it, you were like the biggest part of my earning…

I just finished my diary when I got your ring
“Happy new year love”, you said and I broke my imagined wing…
It took me seconds to realize it was just a dream
You had been isolated in the city and were far away from my present day mainstream!!

@thinkinginmyway
~ Mamta Garg

(Background:
This the poem based on cherished memories of a woman who presumed how her 2020 should have been just like the 2019 that she spent with her love. She was so engrossed in writing it down that she started believing as if it was a reality and later realized that her love was in the different country and they couldn’t travel or live together due to covid and that he was isolated on the new year as he had tested positive…)

My unheard quest

My quest is deep and I seek profound answers
My queries are often questioned, sometimes misunderstood and mostly concealed safely in my mind’s caskets…

The journey is long and I tend to lose patience, being far from the core
There isn’t the clarity though in what am I exactly searching for…

With a new hope, I rise everyday, maybe there will be a day when I’ll shine
There will be an occasion to celebrate and I will enjoy truly that glass of red wine…

A day when my wishes will be answered, my concepts will be understood and my theories will be approved
A day when all my dark secrets will vanish and everything that I wanted to express would be devotionally heard…

@Thinkinginmyway
~ Mamta Garg

If I were a food item…

If I were a food item, I would roll myself from the plates of those who wish to kill me brutally and escape into the world of those who celebrate murder with discipline and feelings…
If I were a food item, I would live the splendid colors that adorn me
And cherish the soft kiss of children when they taste me…
If I were a food item, I would jump into the ocean of oil to turn myself into a my crisp beauty
And would enjoy the company of raindrops and sweet talks in the middle of city…
If I were a food item, I would reveal my real characteristics and make food diet seem simple for all
And while that, I would rejoice the rich venues of those chef competitions where my description would be tall…
If I were a food item, I would have the authenticity of the traditional thalis,
the aura of luxurious dishes and yet, the simplicity of the street food,
If I were that food item which everyone relishes and remembers for a long time, I would love to be something that relinquishes brooding mind and inspires a good mood!

@thinkinginmyway
~ Mamta Garg

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