There are few things in life so blessed and conscience-free, Just like a pure, uncomplicated childhood. I am sure no one can forget the childhood days as we got to be on the seventh heaven, played a lot and had so much of fun. When I was a kid, I wanted to be a writer or an Artist.But the childhood having been put off now, I see frivolous pieces surface now.
Something came to me today, very quietly. I have been writing since childhood and I also had plans to be a librarian “when I grew old”. I was very fond of writing poetry and sketching in school. I still remember, the painting I made for the very first time was appreciated quite well among the majority (Painting on environment pollution! ). The projector of my memories starts to flicker now, showing the clips of my past.
Those days, I would write down some stuff in a piece of paper or behind a notebook, and I thought it was a poetry. Somehow, to me, poetry was a mess of feelings on a paper. And I would create a free sketch for such “poems” (Back then, what I actually thought was – A few rhyming lines and a sketch made a “poem” LOL).
I started writing a diary probably at age of 10. And I used to fill my journal with visual notes as well (sketches!). I was clearing my cupboard the other day and found few old papers of my so called poetry and sketches.
Here’s a quick slideshow of sketches I did in School and this includes a poem which must have been my first one. Check this out…..lol. I don’t know what made me to sketch these.
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Writing and Sketching was so near and dear to me in my childhood and teenage.( I still have many sketches of my school days which I cherish and hope I won’t loose them 🙂 )
Ever since i started attending college, i got no time to write such visual journals anymore. I only write articles or poems in my diary when I am sad or I couldnt sleep at night. And I blog only when I am literally jobless..He he..
I strive for poetry because I choose to follow a different measure of life. Something about pens, pencils and papers bring me back to myself. As in, back to a person without any thoughts and feelings except for those of my own. When I get here, it makes it easier to be sincere. I do this because I want to discover more about my world before I jump back into the pits of work and pressure.
Though I am constantly continuing my discovery through my writings I haven’t sketched in years and have recently (timidly) been trying to.