#Quoted: A short story must have…

Writing short stories is like weaving of tales from a single thread of thought. It is an art only the greatest of them like Marquez, Maurier, Chekov, Walker, etc. have mastered. While there is no one way of doing it, there are certain things that can help you go a long way in writing just... Continue Reading →

#Quoted: Good story ideas seem to come from…

Let's get one thing clear right now, shall we? There is no Idea Dump, no Story Central, no Island of the Buried Bestsellers; good story ideas seem to come quite literally from nowhere, sailing at you right out of the empty sky: two previously unrelated ideas come together and make something new under the sun.... Continue Reading →

Allow Me

What are you afraid of? What’s stopping you? Some pages are better torn off and some meant to be burnt. But don't you stop me, baby, allow me to fix you back. ♥ Walk right by my side, I’ll heal those scars and take away the pain. Cast your reservations aside. Baby, open the door, allow... Continue Reading →

Dying Embers

Fire burnt the logs through the night, and all that was left behind were the dying embers... the warmth of your touch sinking deep under my skin, you were the fire slowly turning me to ash… under the starless sky, we lay, counting beats that slowed down, like twigs turning to embers... ♥ as you traced your finger... Continue Reading →

Long Lost

little things like secrets, like stories are bearers of poignant memories of sobs and smiles long lost  in the sands of time ♥ little things like secrets, like stories they make home and stay forever in some forgotten corner of the mind waiting to be sought and celebrated like those broken toys now left untouched, uncared in some unattended, undisturbed corner  in the attic gathering dust and what not... Continue Reading →

When a writer bleeds

her world shrinks as faces cease to exist days lack brightness nights miss the glow walks become rambles blank are the thoughts no place is desirable just she and herself behind shut doors are windows closed and the solitary corner beckoning her not a speck of light in the gloomy room except a flickering lamp at... Continue Reading →

Thoughts

Words escape my mind, but thoughts never leave. Caught in a whirlwind, this is what perplexes me... What happens when you miss someone? Do they miss you too? What happens when your heart misses a beat? Does it get passed on to someone somewhere Needing it to live? What happens when we blink our eyes? The things we miss... Continue Reading →

A writer’s anxiety

As a writer, it makes me anxious to not know exactly where I'm headed with my writing. Most times, I have no clear view of where I am going. It’s like walking in a tunnel with no end. It leaves me in a haze. Do such thoughts bother you too? Whatever is your big aim – to be... Continue Reading →

Hurt

It doesn't hurt as much When you say you don't love me It doesn't hurt as much When you show you don't need me But it does hurt When you walk away each time It does hurt When you say you're not the one for me Rid yourself off my thoughts You can You're not... Continue Reading →

Mysterious

Hidden with dense interpretations Left to his mind’s contemplation Her mysterious expressions Stir his insides A momentary pause From the routine Letting herself wander Perhaps, in the world of her dreams Those tiny little curves Find him in a wonder As she quietly saunters Enjoying his unperturbed attention A quick gaze and half a smile,... Continue Reading →

Uncertain

The walks I take In the evenings, cold and dreary With the sun setting on the horizon I’m uncertain where I want to go The mornings I spend Wishing this and that Unhappy with what I have I’m uncertain about what I want The notes I make Sitting on the porch Writing and striking words... Continue Reading →

Nobody’s Business!

You shouldn’t care what I write. It’s my blog. It’s my thought. And it’s nobody’s business. I snap, I am bad at people when they try to tell me that an idea about my post is bad. Or that the ending I chose for a story was wrong. If I could, I would swallow them... Continue Reading →

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