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Life is a journey. Everyone faces emotions like happiness, sadness, stress, depression and so many things in their life as a part of it. But someone once told me, Poetry is also a part of life, a part which helps us to heal these emotions, a part which helps us to convey these emotions because it’s a part which helps us to understand the meaning of life.

I am a typical person who just turned 25 and trying to live this journey. And yeah surviving is too a part of it. Okay!! You can ask me does it has anything to do with poetry? Yes, it does. Because, when I turned 13, my mom gave me her diary which is filled with her collections of some random author’s poetry. And she told me, when you feel low or depressed, just take this diary and open any page in random and the poetry in that page will tell you the thing.’ By that time I don’t understand what’s that thing. But by now, life taught me that very well. I still remember the first time when I opened that diary and the first poetry I read and the reason behind it. It was seven years back.

When I turned 16, I started to experience that friends becoming strangers. It was so painful and new. I never felt anything like that before, maybe that’s what made me to open that diary. And the poetry I found was ‘When friends become strangers by Taniana (Under-rated author). I felt like she wrote exactly what I was dealing with. The lines she wrote, the emotions she shared, it was more than the best. And the last lines when she finishes with,

‘And there were no known reasons! I can't turn back the clock!
I just drifted like a small boat barely tethered to its dock
until a storm came and everyone forgot to tie me down.
Or maybe it was on purpose, or maybe I couldn't secure me.
I was the fourth in a unit of three, send me out to sea.
But there is a positive to all of this turmoil
there is a reason the invitation made it to my door.
I rowed myself through the five-year waves back to shore
and tethered my boat and checked the knots times ten.
When friends become strangers we get to meet again.’

These lines were just drifted off all my pains. It taught me, it was a part of the life.

When I turned 18, I had my first break up. Disconnecting my life from her felt like disconnecting myself from everything. I knew it was a temporary emotion but it does felt so painful. So I decided to open that diary again and hoping to find something to drift my pain again. And yes I found something,

I'm tired of dreaming.
I'm through with trying.
Tired of living, yet scared of dying.
Maybe things are good for you,
but look at all that I've been through.
Look at all the pain I've won.
I bet you think that it's been fun.
You never thought I'd turn away.
You never believed you'd see this day.
Look again because here I go,
leaving behind all I know.
Changing it all as I must do.
Not daring to stop and think things through.
Wanting to run as fast as I can,
not stopping until I understand.
Like why did I let things get this way?
Why didn't I leave yesterday?
How are things going to be
since there is no more you and me?’


It was an under-rated poetry from Vanessa Brown. It didn’t heal that pain that I caused myself but it did help me to survive it.

When I turned 20, I felt like lost. I felt like empty. I felt like being ignored by everyone. Of course it was the perfect age to overthink those things and hurt ourselves. But we don’t understand that fact by then. So for the third time, I decided to open that diary and I found this,

‘I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o’er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze …’

By William Wordsworth. Those poetry taught me it’s okay to be alone, it’s okay to seat alone on a bench in the park, it’s okay to go theatres alone, it’s okay to go to beach alone.

When I turned 23, I lost my job. That was depressing and sometimes I was even scared more about being alone. I tried to take fresh air, deep breath but it couldn’t get through So I decided to open it once again and yes again I found a poetry which can heal my emotions and help me to survive those things.

And now I became 25 and here opening this diary again but this time the reason is, I lost my mother. She is the one who gave me this diary which helped me to survive those hard times. But now, I don't know what can help me to survive this lose and how am I supposed to survive after this. But then, I found out that ‘the harder we face the life, the stronger we grow’ this is the lesson that she was trying to tell me through those poetries. She guided me how to live with the help of these poetries, she was communicating with me, helping me through these poetries. She used these poetries as a communication device and of course yes. Authors use poetry as a tool to convey their thoughts and emotions. I am not the person who I used to be, when I was facing that breakup problem. If that problem comes now I am ready for that as I got through that already. Those poetry has literally told me the meaning of life. My mother, she taught me that these poetry's can bring out the best part of me, a part which can control these emotions, these mood swings and of course this life. And of course yes, Poetry is a part of life which does help us to understand the meaning of life.

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