Sometimes poetry is the only thing that can set you free.
I live and breathe literature. I can’t even remember the exact moment I first decided I wanted to become a writer, but it was around the time I learnt to write – perhaps the age of six. Since, I have been through phases with different plans for the future, but eventually poetry chose me.
I went to Canada to visit universities, planning to study Environmental Science and lead a successful career involving field and laboratory work. Everything was planned out. But then a subtle doubt began to brew somewhere at the back of my mind.
While I was on the American continent, I decided to visit New York City on the way back home. Disregarding famous sights, I spent the rest of my trip wandering around, sitting on park benches, flipping through books in every souvenir shop and book store I could find. The vibes of the city were sinking in. I could feel the presence of all those great artists who had once walked the same streets. And one day, unexpected, a line of poetry came to my head while listening to a street musician in an underground station.
“There’s always some sort of blues playing in the streets of big cities”
I immediately took out my little poetry book and scribbled the line down. It was, in my opinion, the best line I had ever written. I wanted to be an artist. I wanted to absorb all I could from the amazing, anything-is-possible atmosphere of that wonderful city.
As soon as I was home, I started changing my university application forms. Environmental Science changed into Creative Writing.
Now I live in London, UK, listening to the blues of this big city, chasing the Muse in the street lights at night. I’m still a deep green environmentalist at heart, but now, in stead of field work, I write poetry praising the beauty of nature. And feel like I’ve come home.