It Is This Power Of Creation That Words Carry That Makes Me Write

I lay you softly, looking at all the contours where my lips want to slide. The heart is beating faster for, not what it sees, but from the knowing that there is so much more I will discover, as together we tread areas we have never visited. Like a mystery, you will unravel as I go on. Once in my arms, you will change your form as you melt away in my love, then you will be my creation!

I know all this bursting inside me will fizzle in that one moment, so I am in no hurry. Let me play with you for a while. Time will come when I will take you inside me, in a way that you become mine. There will be no longer be two forms but just one. From then you will grow inside me, kicking, turning, making me impatient to see you become complete and grow robust. I will shift under the weight and the discomfort of carrying you inside me everywhere. You will never leave me even when I am asleep, will you? Yes, I fear you may not last till you are fully ready. I fear you leaving me or me rejecting you. Whosoever may take that step, the loss is mine.

The day of the release of you will leave me tired yet free. Joyous on your birth I will celebrate, more so when euphoria catches on with others. But very soon I will turn away from you, looking hungrily for someone else. But this is no deception, my dear. I will have to, as there will be nothing more you can offer me or I can offer you.

But very soon I will turn away from you, looking hungrily for someone else. But this is no deception, my dear. I will have to, as there will be nothing more you can offer me or I can offer you.

But I will always remember you all my life, as much as a joyful memory but more as the symbol of my hunger to know life. How can you be forgotten! Don’t you see I am not the same anymore? This joy of making love to you, the satiation of conceiving you, the bliss of feeling you grow inside me, and the catharsis of your release from my soul, will make me another person. So when you come in my arms, it is not only you who will change form, but me too. When I set out to create you, I will also get created by you.

It is not only you who will change form, but me too. When I set out to create you, I will also get created by you.

Everything is created in language. We say it and it’s declared. To us and to the world.  Love, hatred, joy, sadness.  Change, trends, revolutions, history.  Wars, relationships, community, humanity. With every declaration, each word becomes a part of us and who we are. It is this power of creation that words carry that makes me write. I want to hold the pen and find out what capacity I have to transform and be transformed.

Manmeet Narang is the founder of Sailing Leaf, a creative writing platform for children. Her first adult fiction was published as part of the anthology ‘The Other’. The views expressed are the author’s own.