J – Journaling as Pre‑Poetry(Where raw thoughts rehearse before they sing) 

Poetry isn’t born in its complete form.
The first spark arises in the midst of journaling:
fragmented thoughts, incomplete sentences,
chai stains along the edges,
moments of feeling frozen just before they disappear.

The act of journaling is a space for rehearsal.
In it, truth emerges unbidden,
words falter, blushing, learning to breathe.
Then comes the time when those same fragments — “rain against the glass,” “heart too heavy,” —
make their way back, transformed into metaphor,
prepared to take their place in the poem.

The art of journaling involves listening inwards,
capturing the beat before it finds its rhythm.
It is chaotic, personal, imperfect; but then,
that is what makes it so charming.
Poetry blooms here,
from the soil of ordinary revelations.

कभी‑कभी डायरी ही कविता की पहली धड़कन होती है।
Sometimes, the diary is the poem’s first heartbeat.

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