Cold Winter Mornings

I remember how the birds sang when it was five in the morning and the stars were still visible.

I remember when I tiptoed out, trying to be as light on my feet as humanly possible.

I remember how the chill of winter seeped through my sweater onto my shivering skin.

I remember how my pet barked and the sound echoed into the dewy dawn.

I remember how my eyes adjusted to the dark, and my skin to the cold.

I remember when my feet on the gravel made me cringe.

I remember how the warmth of my blanket seemed like welcoming arms.

I remember running up to the terrace

I remember seeing the sun paint the sky with the color of beginnings.

I remember the day I snuck out to see the sunrise.

I remember what it felt like to be ten

I remember what it feels like to be mesmerized by the beauty.

I remember, because these winter mornings, I still am.

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Soaked in the Winter Sun

I think,

“I wish you knew

how I feel

as I sit

on the dry winter grass

half soaked

in the golden sun,

listening to words

sung by someone

looking into the

labyrinthine maze of love songs

for a line, a lyric

to say

what I feel.

Reading someone else’s words

Because my words

are all about you

I’d love you

walking away

not noticing me

sitting here,

scribbling this

And I’d love you

while you love someone else

Because I know not

any other way.

So here I sit,

in the setting light

of the winter sun.”

I think, but don’t say

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Thoughts on Howl by Allen Ginsberg 

These are my thoughts on a poem called Howl. It’s a stream of consciousness piece so it’s completely unedited and I change the topic quite abruptly, sometimes. I’m pretty sure you won’t find this blogpost very interesting if you haven’t read the poem, but who knows maybe you will find that it has intrigued you to read the poem, so here goes.

Since last night I am studying this poem called Howl by Allen Ginsberg. I’ve been writing it down even thought it’s huge, becayse I analyze better when I write. It’s a very angry poem, the poet is angry at the world, at the society, because they shun the ‘best minds’ of our generations. According to him, the best minds are the drug addicts and world travellers, not the conventional best minds we would think of, going to Ivy League and going on to become lawyers and doctors. These are the people who are “purgatorized their torsos with dreams, alcohol, waking nightmares and drugs. They even tried to smuggle Marijuana from Mexico to New York city, but got busted. They talk and talk, for seventy hours and they jump off everything: bridges, the Empire State Building, even the moon. The poet seems to have a wild imagination. He says that universities i.e. Out education system, encourages wars. The poet empathizes with the homeless, saying that the night feels like a grandfather to them as they illegally travel on freight trains to the countryside. He says they write epics in the night that turn out to be scribbles in the morning. He addresses this poem to Carl Solomon, a friend at a Psychiatric institution he made when he was caught with drugs and pleaded insanity. It’s a wild poem, that’s for sure. But I like how the best minds of this generation aren’t the ones sitting in a study, or making notes in classes. 

    There is this one line that I loved:

    • A lost batallion of platonic conversationalist jumping down the stoops off fire escapes odd windowsills of Empire State out of the month, 

    That’s it. Thanks for reading. 🙂 

    Struggles of A Coffee Addled Writer and some potential Answers 

    If you want to be a writer and you’re struggling with the hows and whys, I can’t promise you that I can solve all your problems, but I can share my experience and give you company while we sit surrounded by imaginary sheets of paper scribbled on with some half formed thoughts. I can help you gather those sheets of paper, stack them up neatly, get a beverage of your choice and sit down to talk about something we both love : writing. 
    Is writing as easy as some people make it out to be? Do the words just flow onto the paper, and is it something I lack that I can’t make that happen? 

    • No. It’s not something you lack, and it’s not that easy. It can be, sometimes, when the words are coming straight from your heart. But if we talk about the craft of writing, I’m pretty sure it’s a struggle for even the best authors. It doesn’t mean you can’t have fun while writing. You love it, after all, don’t you? And doing something you love is supposed to bring you joy. Have fun with writing, jot down anything that comes to your mind, it’s a gold mine for getting all the great ideas. Just know that to make it better, you’ll have to come back and work on it. 

    What’s the most important things for me to know about writing as a beginner? 

    • It takes hard work. People romanticize writing as something that is all dreamy and perfect. No sir, that’s not the case. It’s something that requires long hours of hard work, sometimes days, weeks of frustration and anger oozing out, instead of creativity and ideas, but the important thing is, if you’re willing to survive all that and still strive, you may have something worthwhile waiting for you at the end of the tunnel. 

    How do I begin the writing process? 

    • If you ask 10 writers the same question, most probably all will answer differently. The catch is, no one would be wrong. What it takes to begin the writing process, is a matter of discussion. Some might say, an idea. Some might say, imagination. My answer is, the willingness to write. If you set pen to paper (fingers to your keyboard) and start pouring your thoughts onto it, I am quite confident that something in there is the idea you’ve been looking for. Freewriting is something a lot of writing coaches recommend, because it helps clear your mind, and forces your brain to make your jumbled ideas into comprehensible ones. For those who don’t know, Freewriting is writing without thinking about what you’re writing. No plan, itor outline whatsoever, it gradually turns into something subconscious and helps in tapping into your inner creativity. 

    What if you feel you don’t have the talent, or the consistency needed to be a good writer? 

    • When it comes to talent, people who have it are lucky but it isn’t necessary. Consistency, on the other hand is. Some days you won’t have the energy to pick yourself up and write, but you’ll have to do it. I’m sorry there’s no way around this, if there was, I’d be glad to let you know. And since we’re talking about self doubt, let me tell you that sometimes when I’m reading writing advice and making notes for my story, I feel like I’m a little kid in the middle of the swimming pool with floaters on my arms, my head is above the water, I’m doing something, but I feel lost too. I wonder if everyone else has a much better understanding of these themes and I’m the only clueless one grabbing onto something I can’t see. But then I remind myself that this is what I want to do, no matter what. If I’m clueless, I’ll learn the way soon enough, I won’t cease trying. 

    What do I write about when I can’t think of any ideas and the prompt aren’t working? 

    • There’s a chapter in Writing down the bones called Obsessions where Natalie tells us how every one of us have things we are obsessed with, things we try to find in stories we read. Make a list of those things (I made a Pinterest board instead), and give in to writing about them. I, personally am love with the idea of love, how humans can help each other heal, romantic dates, friends who make each other laugh, the smell of old books, the smell of new books, and a lot many things. With the list in front of you, I’m sure you will be able to conjure up an idea which will include some of those things, and the best part is that you’ll be excited to write it, after all you love those things. 

    Now take up a blank paper, and start pouring your heart out. 

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    I hope this blog post was helpful, and if not that, I hope it was mildly entertaining. My awesome writer friends Jessica and Lizzie gave me two of those questions. On that note, Lizzie has just started a blog, it’d be nice if now pay her a visit. Click on her name to see her cute little blog. 

    Thanks a lot for reading, comment any topics you want me to blog about. 🙂 

    All about Writing

    Before you think things have gone stale here. Oh well, that’s a ship I couldn’t save, but I’m back again and let’s hope this little blog keeps up and running. This post is supposed to be all about writing since Camp NaNo is almost here! I’m really really excited because I’m finally going to write a novel in a genre I love: YA Realistic Fiction. 

    There’s this writing challenge on instgram called #writerslifeigjune, I’ll be using a few prompts from it for this post. So, the first is WIP synopsis:

    The theme of the story is going to be healing, because I figured a lot of people in the world deal with it, and I want my stories to help people, even one counts. It’s going to be in first person and the protagonist is going to be a girl of 17 who comes almost unscathed from an accident which damaged her friend’s leg, possibly permanently. But since the accident, she refuses to speak and barely shows any emotions. After trying everything her parents could think of, they send her to her aunt’s, to a quiet town where they hope she’ll feel less pressurized. Things happen in that town, but not exactly what her parents presumed.

    Okay, no more details, you’ll have to read the story to find out more. 😉

    Title Chapters or no: Well, honestly I don’t like titled chapters much, I prefer numbering them. Maybe Roman numbers would be cooler?

    Current read: Writing down the bones by Natalie Goldberg, but not cover to cover. Infact, I’ve asked my friends Rachel (@racheliswriting on Instagram) to pick up some random chapters for me so I can read them.

    Fighting Writer’s Block: Writing anything helps. Even if it’s lyrics of some song that has been stuck in my head or a new song that I heard yesterday. It could be writing poetry or some random words that don’t even string together as a sentence. I think all we have to do, is write.

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    Thanks for reading, leave me some feedback!

     

     

     

    Summer ’17 Bucket List

    Hey there,

    Since summer is here, everyone has some plans, whether it’s traveling, or reading in the comfort of your own home. Mine would begin after 2nd June since that is when I’ll be done with my semester, but the excitement refuses to wait. Here’s my bucketlist:

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    #1 Pick wildflowers

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    #2 Make a beverage I haven’t before

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    #3 Watch Full House, Silicon Valley, Gotham, Riverdale, Pretty Little Liars and a lot of movies

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    #4 Write a novella/novel

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    #5 Write and publish the story I’m writing with Tanya (Click on her name to check out her wonderful blog)

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    #6 Read atleast 10 books (especially Sarah J Mass’s books)

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    #7 Practice photography

    #8 Read about some topics I’ve been curious about, like Greek Mythology. (I have a list)

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    #9 Learn basic sewing

    #10 Post letters and not tell the people about them 😉

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    #11 Journal A LOT

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    #12 Get back to painting and sketching

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    #13 Update my blog regularly

    #14 Make a rollercoaster with my boyfriend. I have no idea how. He says he’ll show me.

    #15 Sit back and enjoy the holidays

    Thanks for reading. Let me know about your plans for the summer in the comments!

     

    Pictures and Poems in Monochrome

    Hey guys,

    I haven’t put up anything up here in a long time now, and it’s not fair, so here’s a photopost of some monochrome pictures I took. I had an idea to combine photography and poetry since they’re both such beautiful art forms. To maintain most of the focus on the images, I’ve kept the poetry concise.

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    With my eye

    I spot

    A weary couple

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    The light finds way

    where

    we’re broken

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    Music of centuries

    unannounced

    silenced

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    A Hindu deity

    A Christian candle

    flowers of humanity

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    With a camera in hand

    A Million thoughts rolling

    Capturing time

     

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    That’s it for today. Please tell me what you think in comments. 🙂