Lovers and Thoughts

Between us-
Love doesn’t exist,
It reigns,
And whatever we THINK-
Shall happen after that-
Matters not, at all.


Imperfect Love,

And I felt like crying
Without hurting my feelings
But I realized
Feelings are expressed
So I wrote this

Don’t brag-
Literally, you aint perfect
And I peeped into my heart
Figured out, your mistakes
Make you perfect to me

For your imperfections-
Make us alike, equal-
And here is the feeling-
They call it LOVE
For us, however
I don’t wanna name it,
Understand it, neither
I want it the way it is-

Zadie Smith’s 10 Rules For Writing Fiction

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The Guardian published White Teeth author Zadie Smith’s 10 rules for writing in 2010, and they’re pretty awesome.

  1. When still a child, make sure you read a lot of books. Spend more time doing this than anything else.
  2. When an adult, try to read your own work as a stranger would read it, or even better, as an enemy would.
  3. Don’t romanticise your “vocation”. You can either write good sentences or you can’t. There is no “writer’s lifestyle”. All that matters is what you leave on the page.
  4. Avoid your weaknesses. But do this without telling yourself that the things you can’t do aren’t worth doing. Don’t mask self-doubt with contempt.
  5. Leave a decent space of time between writing something and editing it.
  6. Avoid cliques, gangs, groups. The presence of a crowd won’t make your writing any better than it is.
  7. Work on a computer that is disconnected from the…

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When I freak out about something…


I’m a troubled kid,
The sun rises with a headache-
and stubbornly sets with one,
Dawn and dusk?
I never know the difference,
My thoughts are scattered-
like pearls on a tiled floor,
I have my thinking cap on, though-
And its not helping,
I have a feeling-
Its the source of all this,
I worry too much
About too little a thing.

Heartbreak Avenger – a poem depicting the feelings of someone after a heartbreak

My mind is fueled by the wrath of a heartbreak,
My body shaking like a chainsaw in feeble hands,
Yes, my heart is feeble,
And the ingrates have had a ride in it,
Inside, they smoked weed and threw beer cans,
Laughing their charred teeth out like rascals,
Well, they had their laugh,
Now its my time,
I won’t laugh though,
I’m too mad to,
Instead, I’ll teach them some heart manners,
And the power of fallen love.

Isolative Limitation

They make a fuss about how the ‘helter skelterness’ of today’s life has made us put aside less and less time for retrospect and meditation. Well, I might be one of the few people left across the street because I feel I’ve got too much of that time, I might go crazy.

Look, a human mind is the greatest expanse of creativity and the space to effectively execute it. All you need is to feed it with exposure to just any piece of diverse information, and time to develop the ideas or fantasies or whatever you want to name the products of the mind’s creativity.

Over time of retrospect (Yeah, I’m a member), I’ve come to realize that, yes, it helps build ideas andCute Champagne Gift Tags its the breeding ground for creative writing (actually, I’m pretty locked up right now, in my room, as I write this) but, this ideas need you to come out of this isolation in order to attain the execution state. It’s like shaking the champagne bottle and fail to tamper with the cap. It shall not gush out in that awesome magical way you all shall be waiting for. Unless, well, you shake too hard. And trust me, neither you nor your friends shall enjoy the results.

So meditation, isolation, retrospect…they are all good ways to stir up our upstairs. But guys, hanging out, partying, socializing and a little bit of noise and ‘helter skelterness’ helps in making the ideas gain wheels and roll.