Why do I write poems? I have no idea, lol.

The reason I write poems remains a mystery to me. My grasp of grammar is horrible, and I almost always don't enjoy reading or listening to poetry, including my creations.

Formal education in poetry or writing has never been part of my journey, and for a significant portion of my life, reading was more a chore than a pleasure. My personality is laced with extreme sarcasm, and my journey is filled with love, confusion, rebellion, escapism, laughter, failure, wisdom, violence, strength, success, forgiveness, appreciation, and so much!

However, there was a moment in my adolescence, around 12 or 13, when life's perplexities overwhelmed me. In response, I began to spill my thoughts onto paper in unstructured word clusters. To my surprise, this brought clarity and direction to my mind. Writing down my thoughts seemed essential to untangle and comprehend them. It's hard to say whether this process would resonate with anyone else, but it's been a constant in my life ever since.

I never sit down to write—it occurs randomly. Writing has been my companion for years, yet it's the one area where I've deliberately avoided any formal study or research. I write purely based on freedom of understanding thought.

I consciously choose not to learn the formalities of poetry; I see it as preserving the freedom of my thoughts.

Historically, I've kept my thoughts within a close-knit circle, sharing only with family and a few intimate friends. However, during the isolation of the pandemic, I was persuaded to venture into the world of blogging. Regrettably, circumstances required me to pause this endeavor, but now, it feels like the right moment to revive it with a new and improved vision.

It's pretty ironic how sometimes the forces that inspire you to create can turn around and seek to dismantle that creation. A revelation struck me not long ago: our perceived greatest strengths may merely be our most cunning weaknesses in disguise. Embrace failure as a stepping stone to learning.

Without sorrow, we wouldn't recognize joy. Heartbreak is the price of having love. Missing someone is a testament to having truly known them. Disappointment stems from having hopes and dreams.

Remember, waking up daily isn't an obligation; it's a privilege. Don't make the mistake I did by allowing someone else's negativity to derail your momentum. Every new day is an opportunity to keep your personal journey on track—make sure your 'freight train' barrels ahead, unhindered by others' energies!

I penned a verse on the desire to gradually uncover everything about someone as if they were a book gently unfurling its pages to me. My affection for this person was so profound that I felt utterly unstoppable for the first time. The pull of gravity was the sole force capable of anchoring me. Delving beyond my musings to explore the intricacies of what made this individual tick was an exhilarating adventure.

The words flowed spontaneously, a raw outpouring that cascaded onto the page and crystallized into the inaugural poem of my blog, titled "UNSCRIPTED GRAVITY!"