Creativity in creativity. 

A word, hundreds of meaning, but unnumberable way when it comes to describing. A word, hundreds of meaning but another thousand ways when it comes to explaining. According to me, simple words define creativity as the approach towards understanding of certain topic and presenting the original idea in such a way that it is easily understood and remembered by the way it was conveyed. Creativity is moreover, not seeing things for what they are but for what they can be. 
Believing that creativity helps one in almost all walks of life is pretty accurate, wether it is related to arts or business or sculpting or even to problem solving. It is quite obvious to be welcomed by questions asking how problem solving? 

Creative problem solving is a way of 

approaching a problem or a challenge in an imaginative and innovative way. Problem sloving might be a difficult task for the doer and when difficulty stricks, chances of diliberating the solution gets tough. But when problem solving is accompanied by creativity, even the hardest of tasks can be conveyed in an intellect yet presentable way. 
This reminds me of the time, back to the junior class when projects were given of researches, modal making, poster making and many other like this. Not bragging, being amongst the prudent students of class, my teacher expected the best out of me and well that what teacher are supposed to do. Intelligence and internet helped me to come up with the best of matter, yet the matter of not scoring well disappointed me always and gradually expectations became less and so wasn’t interest towards studies The question of why was I being up to the mark disturbed me. So, once I had not been able to comeplete up with the assignments on time and a friend of mine helped me to do it and to my surprise the vast amount of rich write up was read by my teacher, probably for the first time and that was the day when I realised the importance of presentation and deliberation. 

 

Time took for me to identify my creative skill, which was, being able to pen down my feelings, thoughts and ideas which undoubtedly helped my a lot in every walk and when I recognised my ‘very skill’, it became prior since after. It helped me to upgrade my presentations, projects and also supported me emotionally as writing down what I went through, made me felt light. Also, I was no longer susceptible and stoic. Talking forth my skill resulted in my blogging which boosted unexpectedly. 
As I mentioned above about problem solving, my skill helped me as writing down the mishap I faced and then reread and analyse the situation made me aware of when and where I or the other person was going wrong because we never realise what is wrong and right in the times of anger. 
When I look towards my blogs, feelings of doing more and more and better and better comes. It all started as something personal to sharing these little stories with the world outside. It has undoubtedly helped me in many ways and will continue to be. Moreover, identifying my true skill helped me raise my level up from mediocre. Also, later in future I do aspire to be sharing my write ups with magazine or anyother if luck turns towards my side. 

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Ever lasting love 

i’m sorry 

i ask for an apology 

for all those times 

for all those nights 

i was screwed 

i was messed

i was a nutshell

unhandlable

kinda disowned by my mains and 

and

i came up to you 

on the verge of breaking into tears

billion of stuff stuck on the tip of my tongue 

blood dripping down my wrist 

hair all shabby eyes all red

the first time, i remember confiding into you 

no worries of being judged 

no worries of being cheated 

no worries of being played

no worries of being broken

again. 

how do you manage to make me feel so light 

even when i’ve tons of, puddles of, guilt, depression, tears, fear, hate, misery, sorrows 

flowing in, with the blood 

i’m sorry 

for being so selfish 

for coming to you only in my bad times

and forgetting you in the good ones 

for being conditional, not once/twice but maybe always 

for abiding in all those poetries which never really rhymed 

like this one

for not letting you rest, by coming at 3am or sometimes at 3pm 

sorry for the tears 

which fell upon you

making you a bit soggy

a bit too untidy 

my dairy ❤ 

Why even quit

Why die young When you’ve songs you haven’t sung

Sites you haven’t seen and places you haven’t been
Why die pretty 

There is a world outside the city 

People you haven’t met and secrets you haven’t kept
Why die so fast?

These moments will pass 

There is the book you will miss 

There are coffee cups you haven’t kissed 

Meadows to walk through 

children to talk to 

books left to be read 

so why? Oh! why do you wish to be dead?
Why even die when you can travel alone?

Leave this world

And disconnect your phone 
Why even cry over someone’s world?

When there is someone’s ‘I love you’ you yet haven’t heard. 
As you stare at that vein kissing that knife 

Think of all the things you’d miss if you end this life. 

If I were you I’d wait for the scars to fade. If I were you I’d put down that blade. 

JUDGE. 

Judge? Judge her because of her past. 

Judge her because of what she wears. 

Judge her because she alone hang out with ten guys. 

Judge her because she stood alone. 

Judge her because she never repented upon losing the bad ones. 

Judge her because your dejections never let her down. 

Judge her because of the rumours you listen about her. 

Judge her because of the emo yet bold side of hers. 

Judge her because she doesn’t get broken. 

Judge her because she still carries a smile rather tears on her face. 

And judge and judge and judge

Because all you have learnt is how precisely one can judge. 

finding someone to be there for life? 

do you ever just feel so lonely? feel like you’ve so much to tell, but you cant put that into words and tell to anyone? then, even if you somehow manage to put everything into words, you realize you dont have anyone to speak to?do you crave for someones shoulder to cry (just like me)? 

you know what, cuteheart?

there is someone waiting for you to turn up, someone who wouldn’t need your words for you to express, someone who would be there, always.

who? 

just get up, walk towards your vanity or dressing table and look at that beautiful reflection of yours. there is that someone. touch your own reflection of tears in sorrow and your smile in happiness. quit hustling yourself in finding an inappropriate, not needed, other so called half of you because in the end all that you’ve is only YOU, no one else. 

You ain’t weak, if your cry alone! 

She was born an introvert, she tried to open up. But cost of being hurt, again, was too high to pay. She wanted to scream her heart out, but rather was silent. I felt how lonely was she but today when I look at her, i realise she was lonely by choice, not because she didn’t have anyone. Crying alone maybe the worst feeling, but the person who appears after that cry are way stronger than the one who they were. 

So, here is to all those people who cry alone. It’s alright to be alone for sometime, cause in the long run of life you’ll once realise solitude hears better than anyone can or could.