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As we begin to analyze our surroundings, all our senses suddenly become alive.

We see a cluster of vibrant colors dawning upon us like an infinite umbrella. The sweet smell of a very particular type of cuisine “mesmerizes” us with its richness and diversity. We draw our hand forward to “touch” and finally, mark our very own presence in this complex setting.

Suddenly, a voice is “heard” approaching from far away and although we cannot quite decipher what it means, it definitely possesses a divine taste within.


POETRY

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My words were empty,
A shivering body with a cold heart.
I tried to speak,
but the paralyzed thoughts couldn’t move.

None of my actions helped.
Great forces were turned down
by this rigid disease of solitude.
There was no escape.

When wandering & wondering didn’t help,
and a frozen state of despair persisted,
there came in the cold breeze of art.
Breaking all the shackles, it pumped my heart.

I finally found my escape.
Nothing remains enslaved when creativity dictates.
Authentic, true, and unique we must create,
for our own creativity to liberate.

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A place I used to go as a child,

had something about it which was divine.

Never understood what it meant.

Somehow, it vanished all my feelings of lament.

Memories got hazy as the age went up,

But that very feeling never gave up.

To this day, this restless mind searches for that place.

But, my luck never catches its pace.

I had almost given up on my blind faith,

until I found it in another child’s face.

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If you’re reading this article, chances are that you want to improve your writing. Or, you want to write consistently.

What is more, this is not the first article that you’ve come across, while trying to improve your craft.

I imagine that, like me, you spend quite a lot of time on Medium reading other people’s stuff to learn from it. If all these points sum up your current situation, then I’ve definitely got something to say to you.

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But let me make one thing clear at first. This is not a “copy/paste” type of article. In other words, I’m…


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A prism of life,

where the dispersed bits are the reasons to live

and the collective ray is that one ultimate truth.

Reasons, breeding from desires, show many colors.

Destiny, however, remains the same.

As if, the birth was uniform for all,

After passing through life, however,

inconsistent became its nature.

Self-made are those reasons,

which give us the illusion of radiance.

Reflect your truest nature,

and let the light shine from within.

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Things were falling apart,

No one showed any mercy.

In this poverty-stricken world,

life was like an empty jar.

With nothing to fulfill,

“worthless” was the state of our desires.

A ray of hope never shone,

a draught expanded with its bleak tone.

For several years, a shadowed zone settled.

An enemy of fate had us all muzzled.

The cold and life-less day was then broken

by a sheer blow from the unspoken.

Ruffling from the east, came a strong wind.

Soaring through the gloomy skies,

it washed away all the sins.

Short-lived, however, it rebuilt our own kin.

More…


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My words were empty,

A shivering body with a cold heart.

I tried to speak,

but the paralyzed thoughts couldn’t move.

None of my actions helped.

Great forces were turned down

by this rigid disease of solitude.

There was no escape.

When wandering & wondering didn’t help,

and a frozen state of despair persisted,

there came the cold breeze of art.

Breaking all the shackles, it pumped my heart.

I finally found my escape.

Nothing remains enslaved when creativity dictates.

Authentic, true and unique must we create,

for our own creativity to liberate.

More poems by Jagrit

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End your creativity killers after finding exactly what they are

Creativity is universal. We all have the potential to create something valuable. This creative “skill”, however, needs to be practiced over and over before it gets visible. For us to get a hang of our creativity, we need to be in direct contact with our craft at all times. But as we all know it, it’s easier said than done. As our life progresses, we “clutter” our lives with several unwanted and unnecessary stuff, which buries our creativity forever.

This article will help you to “unclutter” your life to maximize…

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