Aren’t we all a human version of poetry? (Full piece in the Caption) I don't even know when I started finding shelter in my writings, I really don't. Writing has always been an escape to me, escape from everything that one can name, be it my insecurities, rage, loneliness, dilemmas or my fears and more than an escape, writing to me has been a source of happiness, a happiness that feels like homecoming to me! It gives me a different level of satisfaction, joy and it rejoices me in a way that I doubt any human being can ever do! In my writings, I find the answers to my questions unsolved, relief to my pain unhealed, It helps me find myself when I am almost lost somewhere, it helps me synchronize my thoughts in a productive manner because over-thinking is my half soul-mate already! I don't know how and when did this happen but writing has made a little room in my heart, a room wherein my words, poetries and stories reside and when they reside in me, it is me who has sought shelter in them! Oh so metaphorically beautiful! They have found a home in my heart and I have found little bits of mine in them! How lovely! Isn't it?
