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Poetry, writing, blogging isn’t something I do for my hobby. It’s my life. I have never achieved something that I can be proud of. When I blog on this site I feel like home. I feel like a 3year old kid running towards something so fast that it goes away from her. When I started this site I never knew how to write a poem without rhyming. It was like a mat and a bat coming after 1line is a poem. It took me 2years to come this far. Trust me what hurts me the most is I’m just a few steps ahead of where I came from.

Today I want to write my heart, sorry if you feel this annoying. I am annoying because there is an ambitious girl hidden inside me who don’t know how to quit, she just knows how to grind. I am not a perfect writer but all I am is quirky and fascinated by life. I didn’t know where my life would take me. When somebody asks me where do you see yourself in the next five years, all I could say is in a bench writing poems. That is the amount of love I have for poetry. I have no dream, no future expectations but a few months before I got only 100views in a week. That was sad. It took me in a zone of depression. I don’t know why our community doesn’t support us. Are we not family? A dwelling where we want to go? Is appreciating someone so hard?

No right, I am not saying I want views or something. I want appreciation like every other writer. Every writer should be appreciated if not by the viewers, they should be appreciated by their fellow writers. Because I being a writer knows it’s hard to concentrate on something when it doesn’t love you back. So go read every blog if you are writing in this platform. Give something back. I am not saying comment on anything which is utter nonsense but at least make time to comment on a valuable post. This isn’t about me it’s about every other folk writer who is underrated.

Sorry if I hurt anybody out there. Comment if you agree.

-Riya Shah (blessed)

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Let them speak

When I was little I use to yell at everybody so that they would listen to whatever I wanted to speak. I was like thunder in the winter breeze. My words were so crucial for me, that I wanted everybody to hear my viewpoints. Later I understood that not everybody could comprehend what’s inside me. That’s too much of sentimental approach about everything in which there exists no practicality.

At 14 I never thought I’d be dealing with opinionated problems trust me. But then-teenage taught me to speak up for myself. Even when I was not in a state of mind where I could realize that sometimes people opinions may vary from me. I used to confide everything, later nothing stayed inside. Every word I uttered had a great impact on others, not positively but in a way that their impression about me changed. I became a girl filled with behaviour issues.

When I was 16, one day I was going to a grocery store near my home. I saw two people fighting for a vehicle which was destroyed by a bus. The bus driver was struggling to explain to the car driver that it wasn’t his fault as the car was wrongly parked. I saw a man sitting in a broken scooter, I ran towards him and asked him was this a fault of that bus driver too? He said no child the man squabbling for his car, broke my scooter because he was too fast and didn’t saw my scooter. He told me that it was parked on the wrong side later.

I said, “ROFL, karma did his work”. So are you enjoying the fight?- I questioned. No, I’m a teacher I have already finalized our dispute. I just wanted them to understand that sometimes feeling sorry and listening to the person who’s emotions or anything materialistic is destroyed by you, even when it wasn’t your fault is fine. Be the bigger person and don’t fight. This doesn’t mean forget what the other person did to you. Protest against it but in a polite way. You don’t have to battle for things every time. Your precious words should be kept within you. Sometimes you should listen to things the other person wants to say. Which may not be right but it won’t cause you any harm.

When a person speaks they let their emotions and understandings out of them. It sometimes resolves the feud and that’s the beauty of life when you are giving importance to someone by letting them utter their mind they feel like an empty vessel. Without anger, without frustration. Do you know how it feels to be numb after destruction? It feels like a forest after a rainstorm. Silent and satisfactory.

He said by continuing his statement “Okay now let me go, I have things to do. God bless you, my child”. And he left. After some time I saw the bus driver heeding the car owner and after a moment the car owner was so much stuck in his viewpoints that he asserted “this fight is of no use, let’s settle ”. The bus driver consulted about the damage cost and told him that he’ll pay 50% of the damage. They both agreed and had a conclusion afterwards.

That day I understood it’s better to let others speak sometimes. As the teacher said “When a vessel is filled with water how can you expect that vessel to take you water too? You can’t. So let the water get out of the vessel and then put the water you have. The water will then remain there and will be used wisely. Complicated but sensibility.

-Riya Shah