Creativity

Journal entry 1.

Lately, I found myself starring at blank canvases , taunting me with their emptiness. I used to revel in the act of creation, losing myself in the flow of words or the stroke of a paintbrush. Now it feels as though I’m grasping at wisps of smoke, trying to capture something that slips right through my fingers like water.

It’s a disheartening feeling. But deep down I know creativity is not something that can be lost forever. It’s merely dormant, waiting patiently for the spark that will reignite it. I surround myself with art in all of it’s forms, seeking out beauty in the most unexpected places – The curve of a petal, the dance of shadows on the wall, the laughter of a child at play. And slowly, ever so slowly, I feel the strings of creativity awaken once more. It’s a gentle nudge, a whispering reminder that creativity is not something to be forced or rushed, but rather something to be nurtured and cherished.

Starry serenity

I was so mad at the world,

A storm of silent screams tight curled.

Dark clouds brooding over inner fright,

But how can I be mad when the stars shine so bright ?

In their gleam a gentle reminder unfurls,

Of the vast, enduring beauty this universe twirls.

Each twinkling light, a soft whisper of night,

Calming the tempest, making the heart light.

The stars

In this poem the stars do not serve directly as a metaphor. They’re witnesses to one of my reoccurring battles : insomnia. Throughout my life, sleeplessness has been a significant challenge, often leaving me frustrated in the silence of the night. As I toss and turn, unable to sleep my mind spirals into a whirlwind of negative thoughts that only heighten my restlessness. Despite significant positive changes in my life, some nights I still find myself restless. On one such night I looked out of my window, seeing the moon and the stars shine bright. Their mesmerizing glow has a soothing effect on me, diffusing my ushering in tranquility. I realized that once again they calmed me down and I thought ” How can I be mad when the stars shine so bright ?”.