I have recently formed a band with two awesome friends and equally awesome musicians. We are called The Blue Job. And while writing a lot of our original songs, we also discuss our personal experiences, moments, lessons and disappointments. As artists we have noticed that some of the most intense songs/poetry has come forth during periods of intensity. But what baffles me is this: Why does intensity associate itself more with feelings of pain or anguish? Is it because we contaminate our intensely blissful moments with tinges of insecurity? Possibly, questions like whether this happiness will stay or not, make the intensely happy experience a little diluted. This in essence might hint at a truth that as human beings with vested emotions, we are greatly insecure because of the lack of knowledge of the future or fear of the unknown.
As a poet and songwriter, I and many like me, have a different challenge to tackle. When we fall in love, we make this person our muse. So after a heartbreak, apart from getting used to not having this person around, a bigger problem arises because the poet within is threatened with extinction. I really do not know how many will truly truly understand this predicament!
Not being able to write poetry and sharing it with someone who enjoys the beauty of it is akin to asphyxiation.
But as shameless as life is, it makes you live anyway- maimed, bruised, battered, scared, hopeful and hungry for companionship. After a point I think it’s not even about love. And what the hell IS love anyway. Nobody seems to know it and yet everyone is searching for it with the desperation of a famished man. All we know about love is a few symptoms. But that’s about it.
A poet’s heartbreak or even his breaking-point brings forth something so pristine and real that it’s almost tangible…as sensations in the body as we read his lines.

There’s a poet inside each one
Who needs to be satisfied
Whose intensity and passion
With mediocre life can’t be pacified

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