Living my life on my own terms and conditions, I've celebrated life at every given opportunity. Here I take the opportunity to share a few of my experiences in form of poems, short stories or articles.
All the while eating the soul away Destroying it from the inside To the out; ripping it apart, Filling you with dread and despair. Secrets of heart grow Heavier day by day While we learn to walk about With a tailored smile on our face.
Thoughts, plans, regrets, Sometimes even wishes Not all secrets can be shared. Layers by layers these secrets pile and Everything is locked up and stored behind. We donne a mask we seldom want to reveal. People, you say you have no secrets! And I say I have tonnes…
Look deep into your darkest memories You’ll find a forgotten tale, A murmured doubt, and a few Forbidden stories, with unfinished ends… There are secrets… Secrets on the inside of me Smothered in their prime, yet blazing with heat, That I’ll endeavour never to reveal.
For a slow blogger like me whose blog has just completed its first anniversary two months ago… having 1002 followers is a very good reason for celebration.
I just love the yellow dot on the bell and the notification sound that plays, when I get a like/comment/follow. Also, it’s always great to hear constructive criticism… It helps me write better. When I had embarked on this journey in the blogosphere I was totally clueless. In the last 6 months, I have made a few good friends here who have genuinely helped me grow in this field. Today if I don’t get their comments on my work it feels somewhat incomplete. I don’t need to name them. They already know who they are as I’ve often told them so. Normally we don’t carry these friendships into out personal lives… but these few friends have gone beyond just levels of blogging and have always been there goading me to write and write better. To them, I dedicate my today’s beautiful day.
Honestly, I am at a loss for words. I have just moved my residence…and all the setting up of the house, new job and heat of this place really got to my grey matter rendering it almost useless. I had literally gone into the ‘writer’s block’ mode. Then comes along this stranger who says use my photographs to write and feel free to use them. And I did. Somehow his photographs speak to me and I am able to write. Not the usual long poems I normally write but quotes that prevent my brain from rusting. Some of those photographs are just too good to pass up. And the best part is they are not Googled. They are originals! Thank you dost.
After I started blogging I started experimenting with my writing… quotes and short stories (though one is still half and pending since long.) Wow, now I could write both! I am really grateful that you all have bothered to read what I write and have taken time out to comment and follow me. I have been a little a lazy in my follow ups but this I shall rectify soon enough.
I and Siba have started a new blog “myclicksyourstory,” where we post only original photos that have been clicked by Sibananda. They speak to me and they shall speak to you too. You are free to use these pics as a writing prompt and write a poem/ prosetry/ short story/ fiction/flash fiction anything that you like. Please leave a link to your blog post in the comments section. We will surely follow you up. That’s a promise.
I take the opportunity to Thank you ALL for liking my poems/quotes and short stories which is a BIG motivating factor…. with your support I hope to keep writing, editing and bringing my work to you in future too….
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Ranjeeta Nath Ghai, atrangizindagieksafar, 2016.
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We bring you a photo prompt every Friday so that you can work on this while enjoying your weekend. We’ll be posting a photo every weekend which will be clicked by Siba and you are free to write a story/poem/flash fiction on it.
Each pic posted here is copyrighted byCreativeSiba. We don’t use any other photos here except our own.
Easily displeased Quick to be disappointed Crushed by weight gain and calcium depletion Sagging breasts and a pear shaped figure Aching bones and aching patella Stretch marks and varicose veins Inadequate and solemn answers to questions Sometimes too critical or aggressive And a hormonal meltdown….
Keen intelligence yet detached humour Mid age crisis; searching for eternal love Zero tolerance to bull shit and attitude Or laughing at herself Sometimes a stranger even to herself Hot flushes; fluctuating blood pressure Progression from heels to flats…Occasionally Missing a step while climbing or walking And a hormonal meltdown….
Superior knowledge; experienced, affectionate, Queer, funny yet tender and understanding by default Echoing silences and self-castrations Occasionally crossing over the line As they inch towards reaching their prime A cranky child; trapped in her skin fighting A losing battle against age spots and wrinkles They’re in menopause state of mind Facing a hormonal meltdown….
I accept that the truth hurts But what hurts more Is living in a state of denial. Afraid of facing the truth. Overwhelmed by our dysfunctional world We constantly practice denial Ignoring reality Idealising the non-existent Taking refuge in nostalgia We refuse to let it go. Choking on self-respect I wonder why We choose to hurt ourselves By searching for continuous mirth? Face it. Confront it. Let it go. Free yourself from the sorrows Follow your heart But do listen to your mind for It knows. For only the Mind can treat the cancer Of living in a state of denial
Rays of light Peering down from The cusp of heaven A heavenly touch of sunshine Piercing through the cloudy sky Slipping through the golden gates, As if blessing me in my Moments of personal glory, As my dreams become reality. Looking back I feel So easy, was the idea of giving it all up! So easy it was to think of not writing anymore, But one thing I was not prepared for Was to tame the voices and the words that Played truant as I went to bed. To silence this voice of mine, To let the words all scatter And fall around me.
Taking a deep breath Look upwards and feeling blessed I walked back inside To the warmth of home Throwing away all the uncertainties To the wind; trusting my instincts Letting the magic work Chill out with a glass of wine As I lay my anxieties of the day to rest.