A Poetic Rant. Let Dreams be dreams.Don’t let them scream.It’ll be worse than it seems.They put pressure on our hearts,And are empowered to control what we want!They ruin reality, And don’t let life be.They ask us to hustle, And in the process, we even forget ourselves.Dreams manipulate our needs into desire,Before we know it, our greed burns up… Continue reading A Scam Called DREAM
Believe it or not, people think writing is easy and anyone can be a writer. Well, yes anyone CAN be a writer, as long as they're willing to give up certain things for it! I never thought I'd call myself a writer & to be honest, I have my doubts even today! I have realised… Continue reading 20 Reasons Why Writing Isn’t As Easy As It Looks!
Isn't it? In these times, the earth heals but us humans, instead of taking time to heal, we're bombarded with the storms within!
I wrote this when I couldn't understand why I was feeling hurtful & sad inspite of everything being okay! There are times when you realise some eye-opening truths about your self & life. This was one of those times. Click & See yourself.
And how to deal with it. Dread it. Run from it. Writer’s Block arrives anyway!! Believe it or not, I am writing this out of writer’s block! I think there’s a different definition for everyone. For me, writer’s block means a state where I want to write, I have things to write about but I don’t feel… Continue reading A Major Writer’s Block
It’s not easy to break a habit. Once broken, it’s not easy to re-form it. Especially, a habit that requires will, concentration & determination but ends up only in procrastination!! No. I am not talking about writing, although it’s traits are quite similar but as clear from the title, I am talking about reading! Reading… Continue reading WORLD BOOK DAY: How I Went Back To Reading!
A POEM. I was sixteen you see.Wild & Free,Always in a Hurry!I met new people and old ones,I found more liberty!I got to know Love,I was met with mistakes & glee.There were times of sorrow,but the bad times didn’t grow as trees.Naive & Stupid, I was running all around,With love & affection for enemies…It’s okay though.They were my friend at a point,Now the point is an infinite line,Intersecting with… Continue reading I Was Sixteen.