Kamna's Blog

Try as you might, fear follows, like a shadow, in all your pursuits Fear is an internalised response to trauma from early childhood years The firsts of new experiences often force us to face fear head on The first time you are left alone to attend school or made to independently perform chores The first time you address a crowd or speak your mind during a conflict The overcoming of fear always involves negotiation and more Someone famously once said "the only thing we have to fear is fear itself" That makes so much sense because fear is such a predictable roadblock when charting any new path It is only once fear is renegotiated, harshly dissuaded, forcefully rebuked, overpowered with grit and sheer strength does it go away But it doesn't go away for good. It is also a self defense mechanism and therefore protects you from the foolishness of your impulses Truly it is foolishness that drives greatness The optimism of naivete propels you to attempt the seemingly impossible

Lady Danbury's handmaiden goes by Coral Everything in this room is covered in prints that are floral Including my pyjamas, and they are pink, just another detail you may find banal Tonight after many a night I've got a private listening session going with my favorite song playing plural That means multiple favourite songs not the same one on repeat, and it's the ones most jovial Including some that feel like hugs, comforting and sweet, although aural The poem where every line ends with a rhyme is a good one? It's merely conventional  Usual, ideal and bland, like oatmeal

Abundantly beguiled with adverbs Little sense prevails in fistful blurbs While insomnia disturbs me in these suburbs "Yet your faith remains in sleep tea herbs" Obnoxiously inane wordplay is my vice "It would be tolerable if it were nice" While a tsunami of ideas arrive undisguised Elusively my friend sleep skates over thin ice If not self pity, atleast I can self deprecate Although I can say this stuff's hard to replicate "Write for the sake of it, don't you complicate" Without an inner voice, nobody could placate Not subconsciously profound is my belief "This writing serves up only comedic relief" The seriousness if any, is unsuspectingly brief Comes and goes swiftly & cunningly as a thief I waited mere minutes, maybe three "To make the next line rhyme with 'free'?" Am I at Mount Everest, have I peaked? Or is it the intramural fibroid, BRB I must pee Aaand I'm back, you're reading never ceased An hour has p