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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.

The Screaming Silence.

The bedroom door closed

She flinched

He grinned

She shuddered

He smirked.

 

The bed conquered

She groaned

He frowns

She pleads

He pounds.

 

The six yards of clothing came off

She cringed

He smiled

She screamed

He moaned.

 

The bodies locked

Beyond the natural rhythm

An innocent body lost

With silence being her only cataclysm.

 

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Calm!!

This is what I came upon social media today. Guess, being socially active is not after all, all bad?

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A much needed respite from daily humdrum, from routine monotony, from everyday expectations.

Try it, it does look, sound and feel peaceful!

 

I Wanted To Heal You….!!

Yesterday, I posted this, and I felt exactly the words deep in my life, something that came out from inside my heart, but somehow I was not satisfied with the end. I hated my own poetry, my own work, my own thoughts, leaving my readers and myself without hope, and hence I came up with a little different conclusion today.

 

Do let me know which one of the endings did you like more?

 

I wanted; wanted

To take away all our pain,

To free you from your aches,

To envelope you in my embrace,

To make you forget all that can’t be erased.

 

I wanted; wanted

To kiss all your tears,

To chase away all your fears,

To taste all your wounds,

To chaperone you to the tombs.

 

I wanted; wanted

To cure you of your grief,

To surcease all your strife,

To heal your body, your soul,

To be your cure, an antidote.

 

I wanted; wanted

To give you all my happiness,

To bestow you only with blissfulness,

To free you of the enchains,

To liberate you, of all the restrains.

 

And in doing so,

I lost my exulted ecstasy,

My humorous joviality,

My peace, my calm,

My tranquility, the only charm.

 

And in doing so,

I reached someplace called inferno,

Burning, writhing, for how long I don’t know.

In healing you, I lost myself,

My body, my soul,

And there was left, no antidote.

 

 

But then someday, one day,

I rose to that Elysium,

Finessing away all your delirium,

Proliferating my poise,

Vanquishing the void,

Conquering the little forgotten calm,

Regaining all the lost charm.

And I liberated from your chains, with time,

The long lost, yet my lustrous smile.

 

 

 

 

I Wanted To Heal You….

 

I wanted; wanted

To take away all our pain,

To free you from your aches,

To envelope you in my embrace,

To make you forget all that can’t be erased.

 

I wanted; wanted

To kiss all your tears,

To chase away all your fears,

To taste all your wounds,

To chaperone you to the tombs.

 

I wanted; wanted

To cure you of your grief,

To surcease all your strife,

To heal your body, your soul,

To be your cure, an antidote.

 

I wanted; wanted

To give you all my happiness,

To bestow you only with blissfulness,

To free you of the enchains,

To liberate you, of all the restrains.

 

And in doing so,

I lost my exulted ecstasy,

My humorous joviality,

My peace, my calm,

My tranquility, the only charm.

 

And in doing so,

I reached someplace called inferno,

Burning, writhing, for how long I don’t know.

In healing you, I lost myself,

My body, my soul,

And there was left, no antidote.

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Sometimes, I wonder though, if at all this is possible. You always wanted everything to fall in place for the other person, you always wanted peace and serenity for them, but in trying to do everything for them, can you really lose yourself? In doing something good for others can you really hurt yourself? Can you really torture and enchain yourself, so, so badly that you fear your presence? Can you really fall to some place so dark?

More Yours, Than Mine.

 

I smile a little more these days

As, the smiles on my face

Are a little more yours, than mine.

 

I cry a little more these days.

As, the tears in eyes,

Are a little more yours, than mine.

 

I hate a little more these days,

As, even the hatred in my mind

Is a little more yours, than mine.

 

I get tempered a little more these days,

As, the fuming rage in my voice

Is a little more yours, than mine.

 

I love a little more these days,

As, the love that blossoms in my soul

Is a little more yours, than mine.

 

I laugh a lot these days,

As, the laughter in my heart

Is a little more yours, than mine.

 

I am yours, and you are mine,

And together we colour,

Each other’s beautiful, lives.