The End

With "Daisy Summer", this collection has finally came to an end. I had always wanted to end it on a peaceful note but i always failed in doing so whenever i tried. When i thought of talking about climate crisis in "One Final Truth", thinking it was officially the end of this collection but then something hit me that me decide to dust off the poems about friendship betrayal that were sitting on my desk for so long. I have never wanted to share that chapter of my life because all those  people failed to add something valuable in my life. I tried to paint my grief, memories in "In The Colour of November" that still lingers around in the month of November, that are both sad and happy. We tried to understand the psychology of a child's brain in "Valleys to Jump Into", who doesn't know he is being hurt to venturing into a gothic storyline in "Velvet Coffin" which was less traumatic yet maintained the core theme of this collection- sadness. From talking about the loss of a dream in "Fire in My Dreamland" to my depression, anxiety and loneliness in "Shadows Within", i have tried my best bring out the best picture from my mind and present it into poetry. I even tried to give you all a glimpse of my brain's chemistry that has been altered by my muse in "Campus Confessions" to the one who still haunts my nights in "I Sent The Text". Not everything is fictional and not everything is true, i have tried my best in taking somebody as a character and then working on it to tell my story. That is the most indirect way i was able to tell a fraction of the stories i have wanted to tell. I can keep talking about my pain, my muses, my loses, my dreams, my reality but then it means allowing everyone into the mind of this poet and at one point it becomes a habit that is not easy to shake off where you start treating every conversation, every person as a possible character study and i have been there and i don't want my writing to turn into too autobiographical. If i ever write something too personal, i never allow it to escape my diary pages and this collection has come to a point where it has started to feel like i have allowed myself to spill too many of my secrets.Thank you for stopping by here, on this little escape place we built here slowly over the course of 2 years.