Arbit creativity

So as I had mentioned in some earlier post, I have taken a course which has writing of an autobiography as a part of the evaluation parameter. From the past many days I am thinking of how to start the autobiography and was hitting the writers block again and again. Yesterday night, I decided I need to start on it, sat in front of my comp with a new word doc open and stared at it for more than half an hour, but just didn’t know where to start from.

Frustrated, I switched off the light and hit the bed, hoping for some creativity to strike me. After rolling around for half an hour, creativity did strike me, though not in the way i intended. All i could write at 4:30 am is this poem. Though it doesn’t rhyme and could be called no more than a collection of words, let alone a poem, I would like to call it a poem. Considering that I usually don’t write poems or anything that rhyme, I do believe that I am entitled to think so.

So this is what my sleepless brain could conjure in the name of creativity.

As she sat in her royal chair

The princess looked contented

Down in the ground stood many

Her hand it is they contended.

Many were there in the battle ground

All the heirs to some well known crown

But they line up against each other

To win the hand of the princess grown

All were there to win the same thing

It was the princess’ hand

But each had a reason of their own

Known only to their hand

Some wanted the kingdom

To which the princess was the heir

Some loved her beautiful face

Some loved her lovely hair

There I stood on the ground

As a contender in the ring

All the contenders other

Were sons of noble king

As I stood in the corner

Waiting the battle to start

I stole a glance at the princess

The queen of my heart

No one believed in me

I knew it deep in my heart

Not even my sweet princess

The ruler of my heart

I know I don’t have the valour

With which the princes are born

I know I wasn’t even a prince

I was a commoner born

But still I stood in the ground

To fight my battle last

Just to prove my love

I will fight till the last

I know I stand no chance

Before the noble kings

But still I fight this battle

Armed with my love for thee

A beautiful marriage it was

A splendorous ritual

Witness it my body did

Separated from its soul


PS: I think i will put this into my autobiography. Though in which section is still a big question mark even to me.

PPS: Please excuse the grammar. Pretty poor in it.

PPPS: Last of the Ps and Ss, I promise… Any suggestions for the title of the poem is welcome


More Arbit Bakar

Well just got a bit bored, now that the exams are over. So trying to pass off a collection of line which just came into my mind as a poem.

Oh yeah and before you ppl ping and ask me what is wrong with me (well, that is if anybody does read this), fear not. This is just something that just came into my mind and has no correlation with my life (too much of studying statistics effects are there). So instead of regressing and extrapolating this (which is btw not to be done according to statistics), trying to link with my life, just try to read the poem (poem ??)

What is that I have done?

That I am being made to pay for

What sin have I done?

That I am not being absolved of.

I loved a flower,

But it didn’t even blossom from a bud

Loved the flower again

All I got is a thorn deep in my heart

I loved a smile,

But it was yearning for someone new

I loved the sunshine,

But the clouds got in there too.

I loved the flower again

But it was so attracted towards light

It just turned away from me

Leaving me in despite.

Oh just what is it my lord,

Tell me the sin that I can’t be absolved of

Tell me why is it

Please do tell me.


PS : It actually feels nice to see your name written below your creation. 😀

Don’t Quit

Just found this poem some place and it struck to me to be so valid. Many a times we try really very hard to achieve something. If the things aren’t going our way, we try for sometime and just quit doing it when we really are the closest to achieving it. If we had not quit, we might have achieved it. This poem addresses the same thing.

What really struck me was the last 5-6 lines of the poem which starts with “And you never can tell how close…..”. How many times have we stopped doing something coz we are hit reallybad at it?? It can be in anything thing right from sports, down to exams. Hope it can serve as an inspiration for some of us atleast. So here goes the poem.

When the things go wrong
as they sometimes will,
When the road you’re trudging
seems all uphill;
When the funds are low
and the debts are high;
And you want to smile,
but you have to sigh;
When care is pressing you
down a bit …
Rest if you must,
but don’t you quit.
Success is failure turned inside out,
the silver tint
of the clouds of doubt,
And you never can tell
how close you are,
It may be near when it seems so afar,
So stick to the fight when you’re hardest hit…
It’s when things go wrong,
that you must not quit.


Often your tasks will be many,
and more than you think you can do
Often the road will be rugged
and the hills insurmountable, too
Always remember, the hills ahead
Are never as steep as they seem,
And with faith in your heart start upward
And climb ’till you reach your dream,
Nothing in life that is worthy
Is ever too hard to achieve
If you have the courage to try it
And you have the faith to believe…
Faith is a force that is greater
Than knowledge or power or skill
And many defeats turn to triumph
If you trust in God’s wisdom and will
Faith is a mover of mountains,
There’s nothing that God cannot do,
So start out today with faith in your heart

And Climb Until Your Dream Comes True

—Source: The Internet