the frivolous chatter within, fissures in your mind crammed with doubt and guilt, banters that sound like old recordschurning thoughts on bedsides ring. no visitors knocking, no more bartering, close the eyes for deep listeningbe not deceived, the sounds of this world are forever convoluted. the perfect acoustics of silent spaces, grow naturally like the …
The onus of your pain is on meI know thatBecause I could see it comingAnd the only hand-holding I didWas to give inTo allow you to carry the burden of that familiar acheTo watch in silence while you made the same mistakes Tornado warnings don’t preventTwisting rings of greyFrom falling on earthRipping off treesRavaging in …
Hello friends! I’m back after a short spell of silence. Writing has been happening behind the scenes but nothing prominent that I can write about. I have enrolled for The Himalayan Writing Retreat’s ‘First Draft Club’ this entire month of September and I have managed to write a few poems, their first drafts really. And …
Book: The Forest I Know (a gathering of tanka verses) Author: Kala Ramesh Publisher: HarperCollinsIN Genre: Poetry Language: English The Tanka is a traditional Japanese poetry form, popularly called the ‘short song’. Originally written as a one-line poem with thirty-one syllables, it is broken into five poetic lines with a 5-7-5-7-7 structure when written in …
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. …
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.
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 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. …
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 image. I enjoy these moments of collective writing when …
Hello everyone! Welcome to A Hundred Quills once again. I am joining the WEP after a long gap and I am glad to be back! The prompt for this April is a watercolour by Claude Clark, the African American artist and art educator, called Freedom Morning, painted in 1941. (see image below). Claude Clark was …
