I We thought of narrating a story through poetry. It has intentionally been left open-ended in order to keep some scope for a versatile follow-up. Let me us know what you think about the first part being presented here:
Love is just a myth they thought
For dead ends were what they always got
Experiment with bacteria was his daily task
“I don’t need a man”, she’d say if someone would ask
But deep within they yearned to experience
What the poets swore to be mysterious
A feeling of happiness and fulfillment
But the past wounds had left memories
With clouds of fear and despair
A day came by when they stumbled across
A casual conversation, they thought, won’t be a loss
One sentence transformed into many
Yet they didn’t realize it until the day arrived
When moving away was what they contrived
His heart pierced to see her go
She was left teary eyed after the blow…..
If the part sounds engaging, feel free to take forward the story and let us know what you think of the first part.
I have been completely unavailable from this blog for quite some time. I guess that’s a good sign because my blogging was mainly driven by agony. I have been happier, better than ever. I wanted to present an opportunity to collaborate for a proposed anthology. Genre, theme etc will be discussed if someone from the readers show interest.
Another opportunity is more professional. I am working on two different website, one deals with academic stuff and the other one is targeted at sex education. I absolutely adore the kind of quality you guys bring to the table so, I thought of asking if anyone would like to join hands for the aforementioned projects.
Buzz me on email@example.com and we will take it from there.
Have a wonderful day ahead.
I am glad with the way my writing career has moved. It was on this blog where it all began. I would like to thank each one of you for the love and support all throughout the journey.
I have been working on few movie scripts recently, and also writing for some websites. As I get published, I will surely share the links here. I might not write a lot on this blog, but I will always stay connected with all of you.
Here is the link to a story that has been accepted by a movie group, and they have asked me to develop the idea further and come up with a short movie script. Take a look, and give your valuable suggestions in the comment section here, or on Facebook.
Have an awesome week ahead. Cheers!!
Being humans, we have the special power to thing. That power makes us ecstatic, and then it turn into a nemesis and we don’t get time to acclimatize. I have always believed in logical thinking, and this post won’t be without its logic. All my readers out there, sit down with a sheet of paper and make a tree with five branches. Now, quote one problem of your life on each branch of the tree. That’s it, let me draw the roots of the tree you just made. I will draw only two gigantic roots, and tag them as mentioned below:
Sounds absurd, think deeply about all the issues of your life and get back to this post. I am sure you’d agree with the point I am trying to make. The roots which are supposed to keep us firm, they nurture each leaves of our life. Then the leave grow old, getting ready to shed. And we begin to crib about the loss of those leaves. I would like to write a message here:
Do not find your roots in others, be your own root. When the leaves get dried up, you won’t be caught in the enigma of gloom and sadness.
When the chains were created by us
Then why all the dramatic fuss
Why the complaints about being in cage
When the door is open since a decade
What is left for us to gain
When the medicine has become the pain
I would love to continue the discussion with my fellow intellects here. Bring on your views.
As his feet moved towards the kitchen, morning tiredness was getting to him. The mind was clattered with thoughts, of things as diverse as the color of the leaves in the garden right outside the window of his room.
“Let’s make breakfast, take a nap and go to work”, the mind ordered.
“Just crash on the floor right now”, the adamant soul exclaimed.
The contest was getting to the nail-biting levels. It’s would have been easier to defeat Genghis Khan, it’s the inner forces that make us lose such contests.
Then the mind gave a wise comment, “Let’s have a settlement here, make breakfast and crash on the floor.”
The soul agreed in a flash, like a toddler following his mom to the kitchen. The body was just a slave of the two driving forces at that moment. Like a loyal servant, hands picked up the vegetables and other ingredients. Breakfast was about to get a warm welcome soon. The right hand lifted the knife, then there was a brainfade for few seconds.
The white marble of the floor got a red stain. Red is usually a color of happiness, maybe the happiness of the soul at winning the contest. The hands were lifeless, mind gone to a sleep that was infinite. No more contests, the soul had flown out of the body towards freedom.