A Life of Desire
This soliloquy reflects on an old English writer's experience after reading their own work for the India edition of The Book Of Desire and realizing how powerful their words are in creating something universal yet deeply personal at the same time.
Dec. 24, 2022 7:33AM
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A hand holding a quill pen with ink splattered across paper with some lines from the poem visible in gold lettering against a dark background.
As I was signing off on the India edition of the Book of Desire, My eyes began to fill with tears as I read its lines so clear. The words seemed to reflect my life, my loves and all that’s mine, And though I had put much into it, no, this is not just mine. It’s poetry that’s both singular and universal too; A thing that’s so unsettling yet something I must do. I cannot deny the feeling of being so moved today; To have written something beautiful in a way that can't be swayed. The power of words is such a thing – an emotion like no other; A force which can bring us joy or pain – depending on its author. But when we find our own reflection within these very lines, We know we've made a lasting mark - our work will stand the test of time. So here I am today - still feeling somewhat unsettled by what happened; For writing down these words has brought me closer to understanding why.