Strangely Coherent
Sometimes I wonder—
what am I trying to save
my irrational thoughts from? … More Strangely Coherent
Sometimes I wonder—
what am I trying to save
my irrational thoughts from? … More Strangely Coherent
When the perturbed mind reflects,
chaos gleams pristine
in its own reflection. … More Pristine Chaos
Journaling takes you somewhere—often to an unplanned, unexpectedchance meeting of words and thoughts,carving out stories to feast upon. Sharing a glimpse from my free-write session a few days ago Here is the edited version: My fountain pen is not working properly. Granted, days—no, weeks—no, months of negligence preceded this rebellious nature of my fountain pen. … More Ink Will Flow
Consistency. This word has been haunting me for the past few years consistently. Consistency is regarded as the key in the creative world, whether it’s a writer updating their blog, an Instagrammer marketing their business, or a YouTuber trying to build a following. It is absolutely necessary to be consistent in uploading your work, or … More Authenticity Over Consistency #FictionMonday
For the past two days, I’ve found myself staring at the screen, struggling to write. Why do I persist when it feels like there’s nothing worth writing about? And what would I even do if not this? This is what I dread—the vacant expanse of free time, where my mind becomes a barren wasteland. Numbness … More Echoes Of My Empty Mind #MundaneMonday
Impossible – not a much-loved word, but one that is often used to keep mankind in line. However, I am not greatly affected by this word or its constraints. In fact, I am always thrilled when I hear it spoken to me. I am simply too stubborn to play along, preferring to prove the other … More Impossible #FictionMonday
It was an accident—stumbling upon my draft folder in Medium. Lucky that I did though, as just last week I had hastily jotted down a piece while I was out, fully intending to publish it later that day. Like most pieces in that particular folder, this one too would’ve been destined to live a life … More Hiding in the Draft #MundaneMonday
I tried. All day yesterday, whenever I could sit in front of my laptop, I tried to write. I wrote, too — a couple of stories? prose poems? — I don’t know what to call them. I had a few stunning ideas looming in my head, and I jotted them down. It can’t exactly be … More The Story Continues #MundaneMonday
There are some friendships that I consider a blessing. Yesterday, one such friend visited us. She is one of the first connections I made in Phoenix almost 16 years ago. What I value in our decade-old friendship is that we are never formal with each other, even back when we first met. I often hear … More Of Friendships… #MundaneMonday
Poetry happens when a thought stops by without my permission. Sometimes that thought takes over my mind and becomes a ramble inside my head, and if I gather the courage to sit and write those rambling thoughts, a poem slowly emerges at the tip of my pen. But, not always, I am courageous enough to … More Poetry Happens #FictionMonday #ProsePoem