The Monsters under my Bed

I tread softly..

Creaking floorboards send a shiver down my spine.

I reason with myself,

The fears unbeknownst are mine.

No ghosts, no demons exist, I tell myself,

They are all figments of my addled mind;

If I light a candle on this very fine night,

Shadows of objects are all I’m likely to find.

But the misgivings persist,

And imagined whispers in the dark won’t let me be;

I’m shuddering in the darkness,

My resolve to be brave ever threatening to flee.

Why won’t my mind be at peace?

Why won’t these thoughts go away?

Why won’t my wrist flick itself?

Fears will surely perish….I could fight, I could slay.

But the shivers continue,

Brought on by fears unknown,

And my silly head refuses to acknowledge,

That the monsters underneath my bed are my own…

Why Blogger?

Before I created this account, I wondered why I never blogged. I love writing. In fact, I'd go as far as to say that I'm passionate about my writing. I've been penning down cute little poems since I was 8, and most people who knew me until the 10th standard and lost touch after that, gape at me in disbelief when I tell them that I turned out to be a researcher instead of the journalist that everyone who knew me then was convinced I would be.
And why not? My dislike/disdain for math was just as pronounced as my love for anything remotely connected to languages...and my report cards hold testimony to this. After college in Bombay, I even ditched the idea of being a Psychologist and spent a few months editing for a certain business magazine. I felt I should give working as a writer a shot. Did I like the work? Yes, even if got a little mechanical after a point. Did I like corporate life? Definite no. So I free-lanced for a while..but after writing an article on 'Fashion Do's and Don't Do's This Summer' and another one that gave shoe shoppers advice on 'What's Hot and What's not', I realized that there was nothing 'creative' in what I was doing and I certainly couldn't do this for a career unless I wanted my grey cells to rot and fall out. I decided that I'd pursue my slightly less favored career choice with a vengeance because then writing could be something I did when I chose to, not when I was told to. And that made sense in my rational little head.
Except that no non-academic writing has occurred for 3 whole years now..save for a random sentimental something on some special friend's birthday card. And that worries me a little...what if I've lost my touch? So on this too-warm-for-comfort summer afternoon, when I really should be running regressions on variables indicating that children's social skills are in fact related to their academic skills, I decided to give blogging a chance.