Greetings

Hello there!

A few gentle nudges by friends and some queries from well-wishers inquiring about my absence have brought me back here to the blog after a brief hiatus. To answer the most pertinent question–yes, I have been writing in the interim.

The majority of my time and effort has been devoted to reading, working on the craft of writing and immersing myself in the world of poetry. It has been an affirming educational experience so far and I feel fortunate to have had the chance to learn from some gifted teachers and fellow writers/ poets. I feel indebted to these generous folks that share the abundance of their knowledge and experience.

There is some poetry and a few personal essays that I have worked on recently but would like to put them aside for a bit and return to them later on and revise/ rework them as needed.

Concurrently, this has also been a time of some deep introspection–of coming to terms with acknowledging, accepting and working towards one’s passion, desires and compulsions; of recognizing the realities of one’s inner landscape; of letting go of illusions of control and expectation; and of respecting the present moment.

All of the above happens in the midst of my everyday life which like any other person’s has its ebbs and flows of work and leisure. That and my propensity for reticence caused blogging to fall to the wayside for a while. Whilst I am not the most current at this blog presently, I have been tweeting regularly at @PreetiSParikh

I hope to be able to post here much more frequently in the future.
See you all around!

Preeti


***For those with similar interests, I would like to share some of the resources that I have been utilizing–

Touching base

Touching base–

I realize that I have been missing in action here at the blog for some time now. I have been a bit preoccupied in the last few weeks, taking a couple of online courses, educating myself about writing.

There is one course that I am enjoying immensely, that talks about the craft of poetry. There is a fair amount of reading involved, as is studying the works of the masters and critically analyzing how they use poetic devices to craft iconic poems. There is also a creative writing aspect to this course which is a nice way to explore and experiment with different forms and techniques of writing poetry while getting constructive feedback for it.

The course is tough and I feel stretched to the edges but I am learning a lot and having a great time doing it. I have written a decent amount lately, probably more than I have in the months preceding.

However, that also means that along with family commitments and other obligations, this leaves little time for play, meaning playing with words for the blog. I expect this busyness to continue for the next few months and while I have enjoyed soaking up all the goodness from this exposure so far, I hope to very soon settle back into a routine of posting on the blog regularly.

So stay tuned folks!

Daybreak

Daybreak

The chime
of the clock
at a quarter to five
the first thoughts
the walk down the stairs
and onto the desk
the words that must come out
onto the journal
or else the angst that
seeps into the work
much like the ink
leaking onto the page
and then
the work onto the notebook
until the longing
for the evidence
of a social existence-
of life posited beguilingly
the news gathering
the information plucked
and finally
the rustling up of
the family’s first meal
of the day
the announcement
of the arrival
of a fresh morning
to rousing little ones-
it’s here, it’s here
daybreak is here
as is
a transformed existence
beyond all personal parameters.

 

 

 

 

Dream

Dream

Warbling words like a
brook of water,
the absurdity of the steep ascent
of the climb,
necks careening to gauge
the depth of the canyon,
feet planted
with perilous intent,
a rock slips by
from beneath the feet
lands with an
echoless thud at the bottom.
“Where is my anchor?”
the heart cries out,
to keep from sinking.

If only
you had kept me
from awakening.

Thoughts on Parenthood

Parenthood

  • The tender feeling in my heart upon seeing a close friend’s kid and being amazed by how wonderfully life replicates itself.
  • The mind-blowing realization that I am no longer just one person – a part of me lives, breathes in another being.
  • The life lesson that what matters is not what I say to my kids but what I do because I know that they are watching my life unfold before them.
  • The joy of sharing my interests with my children – of introducing them to people, things, places I love.
  • Conversely, learning to love new things that they experiment with.
  • Reliving the angst of innocence all over again through my child.
  • The realization that love is solely in the giving, not in taking/ asking/ demanding.
  • The life lesson that too much of anything- love, care, affection does not nourish but smothers.
  • Learning from my mistakes and learning to let my kids make their own mistakes.
  • Knowing and remembering every misstep I have made as a parent and still hearing “I love you as you are” from my kid. If only I could learn to love with that compassion and humility.