It’s been a long long time since I last posted here. Gives me chill seeing my previous posts and writing this one.
Not many of you would have noticed that I started writing this blog in mid March of the last year ending with the no. 4 (2014) with my last post being in ending November of the same year.
Life and premonitions never go hand in hand. Blink of an eye and the world is different.
Anyhow, while I had been on the roller coaster of life, I tried not to let my personal life cast a dark shadow over my desire to write, though the mediums and platforms changed.
From writing posts and statuses on Orkut, Facebook as a kid to pouring my teenage heart on wordpress, I went on to kickstart magazine of my own named “Eunoia” which means beautiful thinking and a well mind. It was a college magazine and is still running in the premises though I graduated an year ago.
A 9 to 6 job and a lover to fill my mind and heart, life had been a bit rewarding while being equally cruel. Being in and out of love enriched my experience and transitioned me to a bittersweet(amateur) poetess.
These days its me, my poems and instagram. The moving on phase has been long and challenging. Yet I try to grow day by day from the bittersweet memories of past.
A glimpse of the poems and photographs:
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It's one past midnight With you on the phone Few words and a drunk snores Leaving the other voice in a sleepless mode Maybe it's you or just the flashbacks When will you grow past my nostalgic mind?! Creeping memories Moving on thoughts Life has become a Traffic jam of quotidien morose Dripping water Yet so dry Polluted feelings in a Trapped mind Should I try again Or just lay Wide awake in my bed all night #quotidienmorose #poetsofinstagram #instapoet #instapoem #poets #poet #poetry #poetsofig #poetsofinstagram #poetsofindia #poetrycommunity #indianpoet #poem #poetlife #scribble #soulfood #poetryisnotdead #justthoughts #womenwhowrite
Title: Quotidien Morose
It’s one past midnight
with you on the phone
Few words and a drunk snores
leaving the other voice in a sleepless mode
Maybe it’s you or just the flashbacks
When will you grow past my nostalgic mind?!
Moving on thoughts
Life has become a traffic jam of quotidien morose
Dripping water yet so dry
Polluted feelings in a trapped mind
Should I try again or
wide awake in my bed all night.
I am hoping to continue writing here as well. But if you like my poetry, please feel free to eavesdrop 😉