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doing my usual roundup of my must-read-daily blogs somehow i landed there. one post, two, three and i kept going. i even forgot to pull up my faithful winamp and tune into my favourite radio station. so many amazing poems. beautifully written. myriads of shades. all hues of red, black, white, grey, gold, of pain, of joy, of love, of freedom. and i discover im at my happiest when im reading poetry. ive been making feeble attempts, poking a shy finger every now and then at poetry. if i gather all the poems ive written since i was a kid i wouldn't need more fingers than i have to count them. (OMG i suddenly recall the title of what i think is my first complete poem - Rat in the King's palace.....yes yes it was about a king who had a mortal fear of rats....well i was only nine, i should think, then *sheepish smile*)

i admit. i'm not very well read when it comes to the great works of the masters. somewhere along the course of my life i had let other mundane circumstances take over and my passion for poetry (more reading than writing!), reading, writing, and painting got shadowed by what proved to be the most dismal and abyssmal period of my life. now i'm back in control, at the helm. i may be a late bloomer but i have my chance to revive and re-live. and this time i know exactly which direction im headed in and which paths to avoid. and no matter what nobody is ever going to take away from me my books, paints and poems.