Words

My words betrayed me today,

Again.

It seems, as of late,

They have found their own voice,

Their own wit,

Their own bitterness.

My words are consuming my whole being.

Or maybe,

In those words,

I’ve finally found the voice,

Which is truly mine.

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In Silence Do We Make Confessions That Chaos Creates

In silence do we make confessions that chaos creates. 

It is neither a random line, nor a pathetic attempt to fit the daily prompt into an unrelated post. It’s one of the lines I wrote which I still love.

It’s been a while. Since I’ve tried my hands at prompts. I could give many reasons, but let’s skip it.

Let’s decipher that line, shall we?

Pain is addictive. Does it seem random or would you say it’s a plausible extension to the first line?

Yeah, I’m asking you, my silent friend.

See, I’m one of those crazy soul who will always choose rain over sunlight. So, I’m always a bit biased.

The line we are talking about, it had a simple thought process behind it. When we introspect, we debate all our faults, within our head, and we do them in a moment of internal silence.

Chaos. The faults of our little life. The things that could have been. A forgotten kiss. A misplaced emotion. Or anything else that tickle your fantasies.

The point is, there are thousands little steps we avoid taking. Thousand little things we deny because we believe we are not good enough for them.

We associate the value of things with the amount of pain we had to suffer for them. If you had a good fight, you’re supposed to have a good scar, isn’t that the metaphor?

Isn’t that the hero’s quest?

In case my little attempt, or lack thereof, seems misguided, let me tell you this. It isn’t.

Sometimes, profound realizations occur in simple moments. Without any associated suffering.

Why do you have to experience distance from your family to realize their importance? Don’t you know, without any doubt, family is the one thing that always matters?

You do, right?

Profound realization without any associated pain.

Don’t be like me. Please. Do not make confessions in silence. Beauty lies within simplicity.

Layers, my dearest. Everything consists of layers.
Take that one step you’ve been avoiding. Shatter the confession you’ve been making in silence.

My wings of life were long forgotten,

Burned and smoked.

My thoughts, they are blanketed by bitter nights.

I muddy the wings of despair I never chose,

Yet I take a flight through the burning sky.

Don’t make me use my sentence enhancers, all right? Take that little step.

In Outlying Shades of World – Poetry

It was the year of Great War, a year one might call an abyss in time. In those outlying shades of the world, a sudden bringing of ancient and modern came into absolute contact. There was born a child, in those bitter, mortal cold shores. A child who later became caring yet blind by his rage. A broken child of fragile and responsive organisation. Of discomfort, positive pain and ultimate injury. He was the child of legends, legends ever heard by rustic men.

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Writing A Perfect Blog

Ahh, hell. Yup, that’s exactly how you’ll feel if you can create a perfect blog. A blog with good commercial potential, perfect layout, perfect posts, posts that will satisfy everyone, that will not hurt the sentiments of anyone. A perfectly knit creative layout.

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What I’ve learned in last week is simple. A little background on last week, I’ve written certain posts that I am specifically proud of, though I love every single one of my post, the posts that I’ve written in last week are the ones I’ll show if someone asks me to show them some of my selected posts. One hundred and ninety-four posts and four of them taught me something profound.

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One Simple Step To Improve Your Life

Today let’s talk.

Alright. No life lessons. No writing advice. No epiphanies. Some plain old talk.

In a recent post, I made you aware that I’d recently started contributing answers on Quora. In case, you’d like to read my answers, follow this link.

The first answer I wrote was rather exhilarating but that isn’t the point right now. Among many suggested questions, one question read something like this, “Can architecture be considered poetry?”

After reading that question, my mind all at once went into overdrive. I mean, it isn’t every day that someone asks you whether their work can be considered poetry, right?

I had made hundreds of arguments in my mind, what I’ll add to the answer and what I won’t. But the moment I started writing the answer, it went completely on its own path. As it often does.

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A Little Update (Or Maybe Not)

There is a little thought that I want to get out of my head.

There is a great misconception about introverts. It is often believed that introverts tend to be misanthropic. Albeit it is quite true in my case, even I prefer social interactions. The only difference is that I prefer interacting with five people in my life. As of late, the number is constantly stuck at three. Three good friends. People with whom I feel connected, people around whom I’m comfortable in my own skin. After reading this, those same three people are going to tease me and I’ll most likely learn something from that too. I’m a social animal too. I only have a small herd.

Now coming back to the point I actually wanted to discuss. Life isn’t monotonous. My themes are too diverse and I’m perfectly happy with it. Keeping that in mind, I’m planning on having a posting schedule. I already post everyday (I do have too much to say. Who would have thought that?) and I’ve this tendency to post similar kind of articles in a stretch. When I write poetry, I post poetry for days. When I sketch, I sketch in one big stretch. When I write rants, you guessed it, I write them in one continuous stretch too. So I want to ask a favour all of you, well, sort of a favour.

I can write fiction (Atleast I like to believe so). I can write poetry, this one I’m sure of. I can sketch, I’ve practiced it for eight years, so that’s a possibility too. And I can write rants. I’m thinking of doing reviews, maybe albums, episodes of my favorite series, books and whatnot. Maybe few informative posts too.

The favour I want to ask is simple. Which one would you like me to write more?

Simple enough. And if you want, you can suggest something too. Maybe it’s about time I get out of my comfort zone.

The Answers Faded

In stillness of time paused

In moment that we rejoiced

On the mountain of cold tears

We faded into each other.

In the moonless darkness of death

In the water of the soul that men breathe

Among the shades of evening that they seek

We escaped.

Before the moment of echo

Under the whispers of question

In the air of discord, the answers faded

In that moment we parted.

The old reason escaped.

Just the thought of crossing the question

Shivered us

And we merged again.