Writing – The Wind Beneath My Wings

I’m often asked what is writing to me. Maybe this is the answer.

 

The wind beneath my wings,

The fuel igniting my dreams,

The fragrance that life brings,

Oh, dear Writing,

You make sense of my life’s extremes!

 

Writing is the ephemeral rainbow after the early morning drizzle; the garish sun of the sultry winter afternoon and the billowing breeze of the moonlit night. There is something satiating when words transform thoughts into eloquent paragraphs. Writing is like the thirst-quenching oasis in the desert of solitude. For me, it is the epiphany that I long awaited to make sense of a tedious life.

 

Traditionalism is not my cup of tea. Subtle ways of defying authority are what excites me. I can’t bear being stereotyped as a woman whose sole objective in life is to be a wife or a mother. If anything, I abhor that classification. And that’s where writing steps into my life. Writing to me is being more than what the world expects me to be. Writing to me is revolting against the antagonizing pigeonholes that the society categorizes women into. Writing to me is the elixir of life in this mundane world.

 

There are certain things in life that give meaning to your whole existence. Life is too precious to be all about the set norms of society. For true worth to life, there needs to be a passion that drives you even through its darkest hours. Writing is that obsession of mine. It excites me and even makes me go weak in the knees, just like the quintessential first love or the first kiss would.

 

When something bothers me, I write. When somebody hurts me, I write. When I am angry, I write. Yes, it is the vent through which I flush all my off-putting and depressing feelings. It is the way I cope with everything that is unfair in my life. It is through writing that I can say things that normally I wouldn’t be able to.

 

When reality bites and when the present gets too disturbing, the escape to oblivion is through the words in my mind. The topsy-turvy certainty of life warrants that I find a world of my own where stories and tales are of my own liking. Writing for me creates that world where beginnings and endings are as I desire them to be. Writing gives me the luxury to sketch a world devoid of the people who make my life harder and tougher. Writing gives me the authority to vanquish them from my horizon. I don the role of the puppeteer in the world I carefully sketch with my pen and it is wonderful indeed.

 

A passionate feminist at heart, writing also gives me an avenue to voice my opinion in this cacophonic world full of male sycophants. I write with the hope that someday all that we feel as women would be valued by the society that chooses to be blindfolded when it comes to our rights. Writing to me is thus a hope, a prayer and the silver lining that I need to hold sight of.

 

I love to write, for it brings me peace;

Making those shades of crimson all mine,

With strokes that at my will cease.

I love to write, for it’s my passion fine;

Giving life refreshing new lease;             

With passion entwined;

eternal and divine!

 

Writing is not merely the meeting of a pen with paper or keying strokes on the laptop. The essence of writing is in the strength it gives me to face life. It might seem far-fetched and unreal but writing has amazing powers of healing too. Whether it is fighting the monsters within or the devils in the guise of relatives or society, writing gives the power to mow down all. I am never lonely when I write. In fact, it is much more of a company than a pretentious friend would ever be. It is a steady shoulder to cry on, much more than a nauseating kin would ever be.

 

I love to write,

It gives me strength to fight.

I love to write,

It makes my days bright.

I love to write,

It makes every wrong right.             

I love to write,

It stands tall with might.

I love to write,

It widens the horizons of my sight.



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39 thoughts on “Writing – The Wind Beneath My Wings”

  1. I gather that you 'like' writing because you 'dislike' being someone else… or you write when you're angry, disturbed, hurt, or concerned… quite interesting.

    It sounds so politically incorrect and reeks of unfriendliness… but I wish you're always angry, disturbed, and hurt so that we keep getting to read these lovely posts! 🙂

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  2. Very Nice….Loved this "When reality bites and when the present gets too disturbing, the escape to oblivion is through the words in my mind. The topsy-turvy certainty of life warrants that I find a world of my own where stories and tales are of my own liking. Writing for me creates that world where beginnings and endings are as I desire them to be. Writing gives me the luxury to sketch a world devoid of the people who make my life harder and tougher. Writing gives me the authority to vanquish them from my horizon. I don the role of the puppeteer in the world I carefully sketch with my pen and it is wonderful indeed."

    Heres mine: http://meintheblogosphere.blogspot.in/2013/02/i-write-because.html

  3. This writing opportunity by Blogadda really brought forth the creative forces behind the "whys" of writing. It was interesting to read the thoughts of many of my blogger friends, such as yours. Congrats on the win – well done!
    I am curious, though, on the anti-catharsis to this. Are there occasions / emotions / instances that you don't want to talk or write? Perhaps that would be another interesting topic to broach with folks who are prolific bloggers.

  4. Thanks Rickie…

    hmm I think I need to ponder on that question for a while… Perhaps there is something that I don't like to write about but I can't quite put a finger on it at the moment!! Such tough questions you ask Rickie 🙂

  5. Well for some people writing can be anything, whether it is rant or just to store their memories. Even I write, but I never publish it, because there are some things which I do not want to share with anyone. I mostly write just to store some memories or if anything good happened to me like an incident or anything.
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  6. I like to write, but don’t have the talent for it that I wish I did! 🙂

  7. This is really nice, writing is such a nice escape and so long as one is happy doing it, then it’s the right thing to do.

  8. Well said. I do sometimes love to write, and other times I have no desire to. When I do write it just kind of jumps off the keyboard and into Word or WordPress. Thanks

  9. Writing has always been an outlet for me! I love expressing myself by jotting down my feeling.

  10. Really nice. I love the way you expressed your thoughts. Keep it up!

  11. This is really nice, thanks for sharing, I also like to write, but i have no this type of word, which you have, it’s really nice line

    I love to write,
    It gives me strength to fight.

  12. I’m an introvert and writing is my form of sharing what’s inside my head. And I like it , its like talking to someone.

  13. Being compulsive bloggers we can totally relate to what you are saying here. While the new brigade of writers and bloggers are in for name, fame and barters we are happy with our good old pleasure of writing.

  14. I also love writing. I find it very therapeutic That is why I made it a habit to write on my journal. And, I find that blogging, too, is another outlet for me. Thanks for sharing this post. I loved the way you explained your thoughts.

  15. nice definition. but i think we cannot define writing as it is simiar to birds free to fly . writing is simir whatever we want to write biions of words we have.

  16. What a cool post! Me and my oldest daughter really like to write. She writes a lot of realistic fiction and keeps a book where she writes poems. Thanks for sharing! 🙂

  17. What a way to talk about writing Nabanita. For me, writing helps me to voice my opinions too. But i’m so glad that you write as a passionate feminist; I know that women appreciate this.

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