Hey people! I am so happy today! I am smiling even as I write this!!! There are two reasons behind my happy smile; one being a 10-kilometer drive I went along to test my driving skills for the first time ,yesterday. And the other; I am celebrating my blog’s ONE MONTH ANNIVERSARY!!! Isn’t it exciting! Honestly, I did not think I would come this far (lol, I know it’s not that far along)!
I began my journey into the world of blogging with poetry and trudging along I started writing travel blogs, book reviews, random organized thoughts and many more (follow my blog to find out more)! I can’t thank all the people who believed in me and joined hands with me on this new path and phase of life. Huge hugs!!!You guys already know that I published my collection of poems last year, right?
So today’s blog is a tribute to the past one month in which I racked my brains looking for new thoughts to share, virtually met new people, came across some beautiful thoughts by equally beautiful people and above all realized where my true calling lies! A tribute in the form of a poem from my book.
I hope you guys, enjoy this variation and lose yourself in the simmering magic of words.
Here’s my gift to my blog on its first one-month anniversary!
A Deferential Gift
His echoing footsteps filled the room,
The rays of hope coming in from the opened door,
Diminished the gloom.
I became still and excitement washed over me,
The bare canvas was eager to be a part of the enthralling spree.
I prayed to the Almighty amongst all the canvases,
I should be the one, where his brush strokes would paint the blank spaces.
With a piercing look around,
He choose me to make a picture, profound.
The artist sharpened his pencils and drew over my body,
For his masterpiece could not be tainted as shoddy.
An excruciating pain was felt over my heart,
On the path to perfection this, was just the start.
Every day ,with every line drawn,
A fragment of my identity was gone.
Each day he drew to his heart’s delight,
I endured the pain for that one dazzling sight.
The next day a new pain was born,
When the artist began to erase what he had drawn.
After ten long days of this agony,
Came the real test of my gallantry.
I was being vibrantly painted into a picture, grand,
For I was to provide relief from ordinary lives; morose and bland.
With each stroke I was suffocated,
With each object brimming to life,
I was defeated.
Neither did I object , neither did I oppose,
While attaining peace, this was the destiny, I chose.
He relentlessly pursued bringing the canvas to life,
Little did he know, I was losing the strife.
Slowly I started losing my breath,
Nearing was my age old nightmare; death.
With a little life inside me, I heard,
I was embellished, which I could see with my vision, blurred.
Before the final show, a black cloth was drawn over my eyes,
I was the artist’s feat, that had to be prized.
Losing my identity did not matter,
As long I could provide peace from the chaotic clatter.
The serene painting into which I had been transformed,
He hoped, would keep the people united for long.
The infallible joy I experienced after losing my identity,
I believed I could spread happiness and help people forget animosity.
An empty canvas that I was,
My sacrifice had ultimately found a cause.
This enlightening delight demands no gratitude,
Just people to smile eternally and shed their twofold attitude.
With this gift I bid adieu and leave the Man a message to fathom,
Join hands and make my sacrifice immortal, for, eras to come!
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