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Posies: Available For Pre-order

I don’t know how to say this. But I think I did it. See, how skeptic I still sound of myself? But that is how it is and you if you are still around my blog after an absence of eternity almost after every post, I know you will still go ahead and read this.

 

Believe me, I am not taking you guys for granted but I have been so overwhelmed by the things going around that I did not know what to do, or how to do it. In my last post I was still lost and wandering, I think I still am. However, with all the wandering and wondering I have gone ahead and done this one tiny thing, called ‘POSIES’.

 

Now, what is Posies? ‘POSIES’, my friends, is a collection of poetry that I bled through the entire last year. Now you might know that I had been writing poetry all through the year. 2019 became the year for writing poems. I don’t even know how it started, but one thing led to another (you know what I mean) and then there I had it, a determined thought to write poems every single day of the year.

 

It wasn’t easy. I had days when I asked myself, why was I even doing it? Then there were days when I wanted to tear my own skin. And then there were days that soothed me so much when I wrote down even a short four-line stanza and termed it as poetry. It was worth it, is all I can say. That said, I know not all of them are worth publishing, leave publishing, I don’t think they should even go on my blog. But I did think that there were a select few, however simple, however mundane, that came out of my heart, which I needed to say, a few thoughts that I wanted to be known and read.

 

I know none of us have been intimidated by quantities. So the number of poetries doesn’t matter. What matters, is I have been silent for far too long, and I have a voice now. I want to say things. I want you to feel what one might feel. I want to be read.

 

So, I started drawing out a few works of mine as December started and edited them, re-edited them, re-re-edited them. I worked on them so much that I started hating my own work, wondering if at all I should go and publish something like this. And before I could quit, I started searching for the process of publishing a book and told a couple of my friends what I was doing.

 

I got appreciated, I got the kind of help and support I needed. One of them even went ahead and said, ‘Finally’ probably meaning that finally I was thinking about a book of mine, or even probably that finally I had the courage to do it. Who can tell, I didn’t push.

 

But yes, after that I did not think of quitting. Yes, it was overwhelming and doing something that I had no idea about, trying to make my dream come true, working on something with people of all kinds was indeed torturing to some extent. But I did it. I reached out to people and friends who had done this before, books, e-books, publsihers, cover selection, editors, and marketers. There were a lot of terms, and a lot of area where I had no clue as to what to do.

 

So, I took baby steps, doing one thing after another. And I know I have still made mistakes, probably more than I know now. But I did it, and I cannot tell you how it felt when I sent the last email, finalizing everything, knowing that whatever I could do, I have done. And even far greater feeling was the one when I saw that the e-book was done and ready; live for pre-order on a lot of parts in this world, the feeling of knowing that if someone ever picks up my book, my voice will be far and beyond, making people think. I don’t know what to say. So perhaps, I should stop talking. I will only say that my first book titled ‘POSIES’ is available for pre-order on amazon. And the paperbacks are hopefully coming soon.

 

Below is the link to my book:

 

 

I will sign off today by saying that a writer is nothing without the reviews and criticism she gets. So, if at all you get around to reading my book, do let me know how you feel about it.

 

Also, excuse my all my recent and a few of future posts for being all about my book. But it is the only thing important to me now, that is the only thing happening, this is the only dream I have ever wanted to be labeled as an author somewhere, even if five people read it and all of them tell me it is just another worthless book.

Her Mysterious Meshuga.

Hey folks, I hope you all are doing fine. I know I have been away for a long time, but I promise I’ll be back as soon as I can. Till then I am very pleased to share another poem of mine that has been published at Spillwords, a place where words matter. I sent them this piece a while back and was not even expecting them to revert back. However a couple of days ago I was notified that the poem is going to be published soon. And as always, I was elated to see my name in print.

I share below the link to the poem:

Her Mysterious Meshuga

Also, please be patient with me. I will be back to all my favourite writers. I, honestly, cannot wait to get lost in the magic of your words.

Her Altruistic Mien.

Poetry has been a consistent part of my life, first reading and then writing. Though if someone would have said that I could try writing poems, a year back, I would have rolled my eyes and said, “Yeah, right!” Not that I have become very confident of my pieces, but I have come as far as trying to share them and be judged.

A few days back one of my poems got published in The Indian Periodical titled The Sea and today I am back with another of my poems which has been accepted for publication in an online magazine called Merak. I am thrilled. Not that I am suddenly very confident of what I am doing with these poems, but I am happy.

I am sharing the link to the poem below. Though some of my readers would have read it as a part of NAPOWRIMO which was again an amazing ride, I will be eager to hear from you about the piece.

Her Altruistic Mien

The Thing About Boys & Men.

I am bored. I mean not that I don’t have anything to do, but I am just bored. Bored with stressful working, with useless studying, with meeting deadlines, with assignments, with reading, with writing, practically everything. So I keep finding new things to do. Now, I haven’t been very successful with it, but I think I am obligingly eating people’s head with my tantrums. But I guess I am so bored that I get bored with that too. And hence, I keep finding things like reading short biographies of inspiring authors, what they have done, listening to music I have never heard before or going out to new places. Now, that last thing that I said is more useless than the word ‘useless’ can signify. Living in such a small city comes with its dirth of new and exciting places to go to. So, I am left to be doing only two things, reading and ranting. I could say I am just writing but I know my writing is not writing, it’s only a rant, a cribbing rant with no solutions which a set of very few loyal friends will read and tell me that it is not a rant and they liked it, but I know better than their kindness.

Just one such rant, actually, a very furious rant with a failed attempt of humor was written after an impulsive decision and was mailed without any eidting. I regretted it the minute I sent it. Honestly, I did. But very surprisingly, the local supplement of Times of India weren’t offended by my rant and they published the column all the same.

I am happy.

Today, I am not bored.

I am sharing the picture below.

Because today I am not bored.

I will rant and keep you bored.

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The Sea

Poetry has been a consistent part of my life, first reading and then writing. Though if someone would have said that I could try writing poems, a year back, I would have rolled my eyes and said, “Yeah, right!” Not that I have become very confident of my pieces, but I have come as far as trying to share them and be judged.

So, judge away a small poem that has been accepted for publication by Indian Periodical:

The Sea

Do share with me what you think about this. It is always amazing to hear from you, and helpful to hear an honest opinion.

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