Penning my feelings

I started writing poems ever since I was in standard eighth. While the frequency for that form of expression ebbs and flows, I have continued to write on and off over these years. All my old poems and my thoughts are still stored in my MOM’s cup-boards as she was very passionate about me writing poems.
I recall realizing early on that when I wrote my first poem ever which was the time when my grand-mother had expired and I was very much touched by that moment.
After that my passion continued when we went to MALSHEJ GHAT.
Tying my thoughts up with a neat and beautiful bow at the end of the poem was a great way for me to reflect and unwind, particularly when I was experiencing something unsettling.
Well at times I enjoyed writing articles as well. There is a sort of romance that comes with the handwritten memoirs and notes. Tapping a keyboard doe not hold the same pensive creativity as scribing in ink does.
An honest feeling which I always felt was that my mind forms thoughts and sentences faster than my hand can write .For which I have to accept the technology for now.
So unless I pick my dearest pen and write a lovely poem/article I don’t get the wonderful feeling or say sensation of putting my thought process on paper.