Hello Readers Welcome back! Today I am here to share my entry for the Write Edit Publish (WEP) August prompt. First about the WEP. It is a supportive writing community where creative people submit to a bloghop every second month. Writers and other artists receive and provide feedback to as many bloghop entrants as possible. …
Ozymandias
I first read ‘Ozymandias’ by Shelley back in school. I was no more than fourteen. What did I know of pride and political power except for that which appeared in glazed history books! With my limited understanding of vanity, I still found the poem discerning. As a little backstory, we were told that the genesis of the sonnet was a discussion between Percy Bysshe Shelley (the poet) and his friend Horace Smith about the annihilation of the once great empire of Egypt.
जीवन में एक सितारा था…
1990 में एक बहुचर्चित फ़िल्म आयी थी। नाम था 'अग्निपथ' । मैं उस समय मात्र दस साल की थी। सिनेमा घर हम जाते नही थे और दूरदर्शन के सिवा हम कुछ देखते नही थे। इसलिए फ़िल्म कब बड़े पर्दे पे आयी, कब चली गयी, इस बात का न कोई आभास हुआ और न ही जानने …
Finger Paints and Crayons
Free image from Pixabay. Thank you to the creator TanteTati. What comes naturally to you, when you think of writing? It is definitely poetry in my case. Even as I plot for my first attempt at NaNoWriMo this year, I find myself doing more poetry and less character development. I like to begin my day …
My Aging Nose: How I Grow Old!
‘My Nose is Growing Old’ wrote Richard Brautigan. ‘Yup. A long lazy September look in the mirror say it’s true. I’m 31 and my nose is growing old….’ There are some obvious outcomes of aging. Noses are one among them. I don’t know how they really age, but I guess they become bigger, or, longer. …
The FRANGIPANI
(<a href="http://Image by <a href="https://pixabay.com/users/josch13-48777/?utm_source=link-attribution&utm_medium=referral&utm_campaign=image&utm_content=359398">Josch13</a> from <a href="https://pixabay.com/?utm_source=link-attribution&utm_medium=referral&utm_campaign=image&utm_content=359398">PixabayImage credit) Last evening, I smelt the frangipani flowers. They were floating in an uruli, spiral whites circumventing subtle yellows. They sat on my screen in an image, during a poetry workshop. We were to follow the usual protocol. Watch, conjure a memory or simply drift with the …
A Hundred Quills 