Updated: Nov 28, 2020
I mean I tried.
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Some weeks ago, I've attended a "freewriting" workshop conducted by Rupi Kaur.
Freewriting is exactly what it sounds like. We write, but we let go of control. We write the first thing, the first thought that comes into our mind. We do not revise it, scratch out anything or think about it or analyze it in any way. The result is obvious: a raw, unedited, close to our heart piece of writing.
The activity that I took was writing a poem in the form of a letter.
(without bothering about the rhyming, technique or whether it is making sense or not)
The timer was set to 10 minutes and as I was writing, the host i.e. Rupi was interjecting with a super random word that could not have made any sense otherwise. I was supposed to include that word in my writing immediately as she spelt it, in a manner that all of what was going on in my head at that phase made sense (somehow) when I put it on paper.
The letter had to start with "Dear blank, I've been dying to tell you."
Words of interjection: (out of 10)
Here is the poem/letter.
i've been dying to tell you
that you have always been a kind and a warm person
you had always helped people
when they (really) needed your help
sometimes beyond their asking
so stop being guilty
that you are just not enough
you are somewhat
into a box of opinion
fed to you
by people around you
that has nothing to do with reality
that has nothing to do with what you are
- pooja kakde
I have linked the link to the workshop above. You too can write a poem and if you are willing, do share your work in the comments below. For leaving a comment, you got to sign in on this site, which I assure you is completely safe. For privacy/comfort, I have kept the name of the person I have dedicated this poem to as hidden. Enjoy. Let me know what you think of this piece. Like/comment if you are excited to read the second part of the poem. Okay bye. See you next Sunday. And, happy reading.