People say that time goes by; time says that the people go by.
Living life and expecting death
Life as we know it exists between two predefined points: birth and death. We spend a lot of our time around the concept of birth. In fact, we even have a dedicated day to remember and celebrate it every year. The recognition of death as part of life, on the other hand, is something we rarely come across. We spend every day not thinking about it — we actively avoid thinking about it. It is quite natural to live that way. However, two things changed that for me over the last many months.
For almost a year now (or about 47.95% of 2018) I haven’t been able to post properly on my blog. In fact, it was back in May that I last published something. It was a short fiction story that I titled Twice Upon a Time.
I could cite several reasons such as academic work, internships, or freelancing taking up my time and energy making the blog take the backseat. But the truth is that I feel that it was my choice as well. I’ve hardly done creatively satisfying work for what seems to be a really long time. I have been creating content, but truth be told, it wasn’t satisfying. I’ve taken out a piece of paper or opened up my blog to write, but to no avail.
It has been more than a month since the floods of hell. When the waters rose – many fell.
Pride, courage, spirit, and comfort, All these fell without a retort.
Egos, inhibitions, boundaries, and borders All these fell down to helpful neighbours.
It has been a month since the waters arrived and many rose and many more were revived.
Humanity, friendships, love, and the joy of giving These were few that rose up bright and shining.
Then, everything fell. Now, things fall, Things fall into place.
We are now rising – for we fall to rise higher. Walls do not exist after the rising of water
It’s been a long time since I posted. Well, to be true, I was one amongst those affected during the Chennai Floods of December 2015. Home is where the heart is. But when the home is ravaged by such floods unseen for more than a century, the heart no longer is. It has been a long time since I posted and well, moving on, here’s to more posts in the coming years. Yes. I recently celebrated my first anniversary of blogging after it had passed and hopefully next year, I will celebrate it on time.
If you had the opportunity to talk to your past self, might not seem like a good thing. All of us are immature at every point in life if you consider the subsequent points. For example, I am more mature now, than when I was in school. I will be more mature tomorrow, as compared to today. Every day we learn new things, and along with it, gain perspective. This perspective gives us a better outlook into life and thus help us become a mature person. So if you get to read your diary from years ago, or scroll down the Facebook timeline it might prove very dangerous for your self-esteem. You are going to cringe at your immature self.
The following questions have been posed as part of this writing assignment
What are your writing habits?
What equipment or supplies do you use to write?
What do you need and want in a physical space?
Habits are usually used in the same breath as addictions. An inability to make it through the day without spending some time on that activity. It could also refer to a set of forced actions that we have to do whether we want it or not. I don’t think writing is a habit in the sense of these definitions. It’s neither a forced action nor an addictive habit.
I don’t know where to begin to describe or define poetry. I believe that poetry is the art of showing the world in a light it has never been seen in. It isn’t about looking at something new. It isn’t about looking at something with a new look.
Poetry is the art of finding a new way to look.
Then what about the poet? Is the poet merely a looking glass or a window to the world that was never opened? John Keats sums it up with his quote:
In essence, it is fundamentally, an existential question. I could say that it is to express myself which is an answer that many people are going to have. But there has to be something deeper than that. It doesn’t feel right if I talk about something I feel I am good at without it involving something special.
My sincere apologies to all my followers for my absence. I’ve been a bit busy lately and haven’t given my blog the attention it deserves. Although I did my best with the blogs I followed and visited them. And yes – a few developments:
I’ve updated the “And The Award Goes To…” post. That is, I have added the five random facts about my humble self.
I’m going to start with Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers – Something to keep my blog up and active.
And once I get that up and running – depending on the response, I plan to post my prose-poetry on a weekly basis. (Remember Cloudy Conscience?)
That’s all for now – catch you all at my flash fiction and poetry pages 😉