Undestined Pieces
Words have a destiny here
- A poem as a metaphor for Anxiety | SilverLeafPoetry #4
- Let’s Clutch Up! • Season 5 • Bailey Gee
- Photo from Camera Roll | SilverLeafPoetry #3
- Same Poem – 2 Different Perspectives | SilverLeafPoetry #2
- When is a Monster not a Monster? | SilverLeafPoetry #1
- Corners Of Life
- Trust Translates
- Dear Toasty
- Just Talk
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Write
Because you want to voice an emotion inside you, within you.
02
Write
Because you should and you can – give power to emotions through your words and ink.
03
Write
Because you choose to convey and express, with writing as a form.
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Write
Because you can make believe and be a writer who the world wants to read.
Need a reason, to write?
I had a very interesting conversation with a fellow blogger. He asks me how do I manage to come up with something I can write about almost everyday and I said, it isn’t about finding a reason to write but it’s the feel to flow. And that should happen on it’s own. I remember howContinue reading “Need a reason, to write?”
Bloggers connect over similar thoughts
PerceptionFlow – Journey to the abstract, a blog I followed just recently but we already seem to share similar thoughts. It is actually surprising as to how geographical distances doesn’t really matter when it comes to similar minds thinking alike. I used to think that it is rather unusual of people connecting over similar thoughtsContinue reading “Bloggers connect over similar thoughts”
Everyday gives a new reason to live.
‘Where am I?’ I thought for a long time. ‘Who am I?’ I thought for another long time. ‘Why am I?’ I thought for third long time. ‘Where is my end?’ I thought for fourth long time. That was some long long thinking Then came this: The reply flew this way: Then, again… Jumping onContinue reading “Everyday gives a new reason to live.”
A poem that introduces me to who I am
I am the soul that exists helical ;encompassing the measures of infinitesimal. I am far fetched, nearly stretched. I trek, I trick. I pack, I snack. I sustain, I listen. Densely trained, randomly grained is my way of function, play and work make my junction. I trip, I rise. I fall, I grow. I callContinue reading “A poem that introduces me to who I am”
You’ll never hear from me again | Said who?
Not so long back, someone I knew very well and closely said, “You’ll never hear from me again.” I wanted to hit back with, “Says who?” Now, I know that it was a very serious statement that was made. I was the one who took it way too lightly because I thought there is noContinue reading “You’ll never hear from me again | Said who?”
Nothing like ever
Mysteriously you came by,None of the name from the fame.Sat beside like a crawling snail,So did I with passing trail. Melted you did, the stone in me, One that was I, not that I ain’t.Thou art of magic, a muse’s cloud.You the passing rain became the sand of my land. Said from the times of past, SculptContinue reading “Nothing like ever”
Let’s Clutch Up!
Interview series where I interview some amazing people, get to know them better and learn from them.
Scribbles
Scribbles and submissions I wrote as part of the Writing Prompts.
– Scribbles in Pyjamas
– Eunoia PromptsNostalgia
Curated page of – friends, family and fellow bloggers on their thoughts on Nostalgia and what it means to them.
Illustrations
I use Autodesk Sketchbook to draw on weekends. My illustrations are usually based on photos from my gallery, inspired images from the internet and any prompts that I participate in.
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