IWSG February 2021- Friends in blogosphere

Hello everyone! Happy IWSG Day! The Insecure Writer’s Support Group (IWSG) is a place for writers to share their journeys and find like-minded people and support for their tough writing days. Of course, also a place to offer support to others in this journey. I missed posting and visiting the other writers in January as …

THE KALI PROJECT is published!

Dear readers, It gives me great pleasure to announce that two of my poems titled 'Women Who Read Break Families' and 'The Dance of Rebellion' are part of the wonderful 'The Kali Project' by Indie Blue Publishing. The links for the book are given below. Please support this powerful work by Indian women poets.CONGRATULATIONS THE …

BEING THE WILDERNESS

Between everything that goes on in life, the wilderness teaches me more lessons than all my reading combined. Even in a metropolis, I am capable of finding my own wastelands. Unattended and forsaken, they don’t care about the haphazard fashion statements of the civilized world. On another thought, I like to identify myself with the …

KEEPING STILL

'If we were not so single-minded about keeping our lives moving, and for once could do nothing, perhaps a huge silence might interrupt this sadness of never understanding ourselves and of threatening ourselves with death.’ (Pablo Neruda; Keeping Quiet) I’ve allowed stillness to greet me, each day, for over a month now. At the end …

IWSG DECEMBER 2020- IS A SEASON YOUR REASON TO WRITE?

It’s already December and well, a year since I became a part of the Insecure Writer’s Support Group, spearheaded by the wonderful Alex J. Cavanugh. Thank you to my friend Susan Rouchard who introduced me to this wonderful writing space which is so supportive and non-judgemental of your writing journey. If any of you wish …

THE FEAR OF NOT WRITING

I’ve been trying to write something over the past few days. If I give the excuse that life happens, I think it would be just lame. So, let me put it like this. There is a succession of thoughts, a thread but it is so fluid that before I know it coalesces into several streams …

A Hundred Quills

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