Some Gibberish!!!!...

I fancy myself a writer of sorts. Oh, believe me I know I am but an average writer and yet....

My friends -both in the virtual and the real world- praise me to the extent that at times I get concieted and carried away by my own thoughts.

All this is rather funny because whenever one of my "fans" show me their work I feel totally insignificant and at times even mocked at.

I suddenly feel that my work seems to be kindergarten stuff in front of those of my friends. For my choice of words I think are totally simple and usually lack subtlety (which all my friends totally agree upon).

All this is so true, and yet I always did want to keep my writings simple. It was something I admired in the poems of wordsworth. To me a poem had always been a means to express your thoughts and ideas to the people on the whole.

Wordsworth always used the language of the comman man. Beautiful thoughts and great philosophies of life were communicated in such wondeful verses, that every person who read it got enthralled by it. Yes, thats the one trait I loved Wordsworth for and kept him as my mentor unconciously.

So am I trying to justify myself? Hmmm..maybe I am, not that I claim to be a second Wordsworth (a very politically correct statement, dont u think). But I guess its either this reason or the fact that I am a totally idiotic writer with an ego of the size of a basketball. So I'd rather stick to the former idea.

Well my love affair with words began when my elementry teacher, Mdm. Perry, at UNIS made me pen stories or should I say type stories. I stuck to story writing initially, for to me poems were for the elite.

Now the person I want to thank for getting me started with poetry, is my father and of course the 3rd grade(umm...i meant the 3rd std) teacher who had asked us to make a project on pollution. It was my father's idea that I add a poem in the end for the extra mark. After a lot of bickering and point blank refusals, my father got what he wanted, and the result of which I am still considerd by the whole of my family as a poetess..(eww) and a poem which many of my siblings know by heart to date. I dont think you are really intrested in it. and yet how can I presume that you are actually reading this artcle (also as this is my space and I can do anything with it as I like). I hereby present that masterpiece:

yes unfortunatly I do remember it...ahem newyz....

pollution pollution
i hate pollution
think think think
and find a solution

noises and noises
i hate those noises
when people speak
on top of their voices

whenever i breathe smoke
in my throat i get a choke

if pollution goes on
there would be
nothing left in this world
except thorns.

all this with the elementry "thank you" of course. well thats only about how much I can put down right now. Its not that my mind hasnt got any more ideas running through it. But I think I'd keep the doses slightly light. What say you????

HAVE A NICE DAY!!!!!!