Ways Of Life- Writing Dreams

 
Growing up, I had this feeling that I have an unusual talent that has never run in my family tree. Maybe it’s because of exposure or chances were limited in those days, but still, there is no one picking up this #God's Gift as a way of life.

Some years back, in 1998, I wrote my first latter to Writers Bureau -by then the Company was appearing on our Daily News Papers very often- asking if they can help develop my writing skills. Months later, I received the reply latter from them, Newsletters: Fees structure and testimonies from members. How cool! That was my starting point, yet there was something else holding me back -tuition fee-.

It was a challenge that I knew I wouldn’t manage to escape. However, something within kept my writing vision in focus with hopes that from a distance lay not a dream but a reality. I remember writing this Poem as a reminder!

The New Day!   22 Nov, 1998.

Every dog has his/her new day!
Okay, I keep waiting,
For that day of prosperity,
The wail of distress will be no more,
Only joy beyond measure shall prevail,
Dancing a jig, Celebrations,
 Having the best time in life.

      ***waflay***

It happens that I wrote this poem on the day I took my first Lungful of oxygen -Birth Day- and as a day I dedicated my mind to pursue my dreams in every means possible. Until now, I do!

Life In Poetry- How To live it.

This can be a starting point or the last kick of a dying horse! Anyway, it has been time since I started writing poems, to be exact, from 1998 when I was in primary school. Poems themselves revolve under what I was going through by then, and in other times were my opinions about life. 

 I have lots of them in my note books that I want to share with the world by publishing them online, though I’m having setbacks and negative mind about the whole issue.

Writing indirect poems was my favorite style –still is- to hide my feelings and opinions behind the dark-mask from my readers and those who thought they are smart –the snoops- ,going around my back reading what does not concern them. It was fun asking my readers to explain what I meant only to realize they have picked a literal meaning of the whole thing.

Being secretive sometimes pay! However, there were days when I needed help (council) from my brother, but I did not want to talk about it verbally. In such a day, only my diary came in to speak on my behalf. Bad idea! My brother could not divulge an alluded message, so I forced to elaborate on my writings. 

Here is one of them, a 'heartbreak' Poem that I wrote before going in silent-mode for a full week.

Never Again. 6^th March 2006.

 Swimming in a river,

Largely dominated by crocodiles & sharks,

Of course, I know the consequences,

Now I’m wounded.., a call for sharks

Any minute, any time they will be here.

I have nowhere to run.., barred destiny!

The only option is to turn back,

Even though it is gonna be a war,

It won’t last for long, Just a few minutes,

Then peace shall prevail.

Mistakes! Mistakes! No more,

These are my words,

For real, forever I promise.

**By waflay **

It was nice that after a simple clue, he was able to tell my hurting –though I doubt if he guessed right all encrypted words-, but it was worthy a trial and it did its purpose.

I wish to keep them coming in this style. However, I need your opinion how to publish these stories and Poems. You got any Idea that you wish to share with me; I would love to hear from you!