But one day, I was walking. That’s it—just walking aimlessly, seeking to make time go faster… The sky was a lovely azure blue, and had fluffy white clouds contrasting against its striking tones. One of my favorite words is “Pareidolia”—the familiar tendency to discern shapes, meanings and symbols out of apparently meaningless patterns and designs. And on that day, some of the clouds seemed to carve out a grandiose, majestic castle…I could see the pillars and turrets jutting out into the heavens, the miniature servants walking on the winds, the castle gates opening in a rush of breeze. And out of the blue, the sudden saying came to my mind—“building castles in the air”. I thought of all the times I had harbored delusions, bitten off more than I could chew, dreamed excessively… and here the sky was carving out the immaculate metaphor of my life—my predilection for building castles in the air.
And voila! A topic for a new poem.
Similar instances had occurred previously—like how during a cataclysmic storm, a stream of water carrying leaves and debris made me realize how a powerful force can shape choices, decisions and lives. A blazing sunlight that rendered me unable to see for a few minutes showed me how knowing too much, being too enlightened, wasn’t going to show me the right path every time.
Inspiration is elusive, undoubtedly. But if you search for it in the right way, it comes peeking out of crevices you had never known existed before. It’s kind of like air—it’s all over you, but so modest that it makes sure that you barely heed its presence. So next time you’re cursing a writer’s block for your lack of ideas, maybe you’re just not exposing yourself enough to the gifts of nature, society and yourself. Let the ideas flow to yourself, rather than purposefully searching for them; here, patience is key. And you’ll never let a writer’s block get the better of you as long as you’re willing to wait.