Dear Writer, I am a Writer too. Not as great as you, but a Writer who writes. I feel privileged to pen this letter to you and I hope while reading this, you have a big smile on your face. Sometimes, we are so invested in our tasks, life, emotions that at times we forget to prioritise ourselves and our well being. After all, self-nurturing is so important! I have got to know that you have been currently falling short of ideas, thereby piling up stress within you and seems like your mind needs to get itself refreshed for new thoughts to come up. There is no wrong in being confused or having no answers. We are humans and imperfection is our trademark. You have many admirers who admire your writings to the core. No doubt, your writings are worth appreciating but there are more things to discover in life. Writing is one of them. So go, search and discover. Discover other hidden potential within you. Spend some time with the people who love you. Maybe they need you. Explore the bright side of life because life is too short to stress over things that are not in our control. Just give it a try, maybe life wants to see a new version of yours. And when...you feel content and urged to write, come back, hold your pen and paper and sit to start penning, welcoming yourself again in the world of writings and let your creativity play the game. I am sure, there will be a change. I know, I have no right to give you suggestions. But this is not a suggestion, just a concern talk. Wishing you all the best. Go forth, you have more to discover from life....
Dear you , It's been a while since you last wrote .. I saw you curl up on your chair from across my patio , gazing into nothingness as if you were mourning a loss and you looked so much like the night sky.. devoid of her iridescent stars .. you felt like that ocean wave covered by an oil spill .. where neither light enters or exits . There was this antsy feeling of seeing you lost within that's inexplicable ..of being abandoned .. as you said the last time we spoke .. By your words . Like you I have often felt frost rest on the tip of my pen .. I have myself lived betwixt pauses of qualms as I saw my atelier devoid of words , metaphors .. a pause that seems like an eternity .. when one ends up questioning the worth of one's own words . So I know exactly what you feel and how forsakened you must feel . For what is a poet without words resting by his side ? But don't you despair . for nothing comes together when you see yourself fading away . look up at the sky .. isn't she beautiful ? she hides thunderstorms in her bosom , greys that do take away her aura from time to time .. but she always manages to get back her glow . So just wait . for that's what I do each time my words break away a link from me .. I simply mend that broken link and feel wholesome once again . Never stop writing . For you are your words . And they are pieces of your soul .
Oranges bloom in my memories Spawning a stale serenade It greets the sunlit sepia clouds And rains upon me; Draining my ephemeral thoughts It sinks once again To the gliding peachy waves Where the sunset yellows Sails the golden waters far away Would this be the last debt?...
I once held a quadrifoliate clover But then the luck yellowed And once again The penumbra makes love to me The pain, penultimate yet pale Parting day and night Parting life and death The last debt would be to give in...
Mine is a stretch of quiet joys inspiring me to live and write about. Telling me to switch off my phone, find a space in the balcony and bask on the gentle zephyr promising peace, all mine to enjoy on a lovely afternoon. When the weather is made of beautiful dreams and the sepia glow frames a cinematic view as Christmas songs fill the air with warm nostalgia, I take a deep breath and let it all sink in.
Days like today fill my cup with hope to the brim. When the sun paints the skies with the most breathtaking hues of blues, washing away all the ugly blues. Like a soothing balm doing wonders to the weary soul, making me feel everything is going to be fine.
I no longer count the days and try to label them good or bad. I simply take them as they are and receive the gifts they have for me. The lessons and life hacks that get me through trying times and keep me sane amidst the chaos and uncertainty. I'm not going to pretend that it's all sunshine from this side but I dwell on the gentle knowing that no matter how seemingly strange or dark a season is, it always carries some light.
It may seem hard to find things to celebrate about nowadays when the world seems to be upside down and things can get overwhelming. But we will surely get by.
Cherish tidbits of happiness no matter how small they may be. Look for the little packets of silver linings scattered on secret corners you'd never imagine waiting for you to be found. When all else fails, still, be gentle with yourself. Breathe deeply like you never did before. Let the soothing zephyr touch and heal your soul.
Breathe. Hold space. Embrace the gentle parts of today. Of every day.