Poetry after years of dry ink

When I was about 14 years old in the midst of my traumas and teenage tantrums I discovered that I could put it all down on paper in rhyme. Over the years I built up a collection of many poems about love, sadness, disappointment, pain and the list goes on. Several months ago this poetry collection fell into my hands whilst I was looking for something else in my garage. A thought crept into my mind, 'I wonder if I could still write these words of rhyme?' It had been quite some years since I had last written a poem but I gave it a keen shot anyway.

When I put that pen down to paper the rhymes were just spilling, and I still don't know from where.The inspiration was coming from all my previous life experiences and my state of mind at the time. This spilled ink became my therapy and this passion became the opening of another door for me. I was rebuilding my strength when I found poetry again and I haven't been able to put my pen down since, its become almost an obsession.

I write to heal me and with the hope that my poems may resonate with some other souls out there. To send a message that you are not alone; to touch the depths of hearts that cannot be seen but only felt. If I can even inspire one person in the whole world, then my heart is content.

I am currently in the process of publishing my very own poetry book and I will be announcing details in the coming months. For now I will continue to share my poetry online: 
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I share with you one of my favourite poems which I wrote a few months ago:

You can climb mountains so high,

Reach for the stars in the twilight sky.

Discover the beauty in all things so true,

So many there are, but just to name a few.

The twittering tweets of the magpie,

The genius journey of the butterfly.

The timeless tallness of the trees,

The healing honey from the bees.

The sweet scent from the Jasmine,

The traveled talent of the dolphin.

Inhale the magic in the moment of time,

Traits of these treasures will help you climb.

Harmeet Kaur Bharya

The inspiration behind this poem came from appreciating the other beauties in life. When I hit rock bottom and had to climb back up, I looked to nature and made a list of all the things I was able to find inspiration from. I took a few moments to reflect on now and stopped worrying about the past and the future. Gradually, I began to realise that the past was gone and the future would come in its own time, and that the only thing I had control over was the present. I discovered that I could change my thoughts if I chose to and I did just that! Guess what? As a result of that my actions changed and so did my happiness.

I hope you find some inspiration in this poem and if you would like to receive upcoming updates on my book then please subscribe to my email list. I promise not to spam you, it will just be important updates on the publication of my book:

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