The requirement for decent writingIs not to show up inspiredWith an idea for the ages;Something the world has never seen.NoWriting is not a function of the egoAs though every letter must beTouched by an angelBefore appearing on the page.Writing is brick-layingDiligently showing upWith the words in the mindAnd the rhythms of the soulWithout pomp or […]Read more "Writing as brick-laying"
So much of what’sEating us alive todayWon’t even be a footnoteA year from now.But the words we craftCan matter far beyond the momentThat led to their existence.We do not write to pass the timeBut to capture itAnd put it in a bottleFor our future self to read.Our words will outlive usReaching places our feet may […]Read more "Writing for longevity"
Aren’t easy to come by.A lot of our clearest insightsOften get caught up with our insecuritiesAnd we end up writing and saying thingsIncredibly far removed from what we really meant to say.Its all too easy to simply repeatScripts we’ve been rehearsingAnd reinforce ideas that make us look good,Communicating as thoughWe’ve figured human existence out.Or maybe […]Read more "Clean thoughts"
The great stuffRarely just fallsOut of the skyInto my lapOnto the page.It usually risesOut of my bellyWhere anxiety likes to sit,Rising out of my bodyCoaxed out by the mechanical actOf scribbling thoughts onto paperThen passing through a gauntlet of self doubtLike acid reflux in an oesophagusPainstakingly coming to the surfaceTo form a working documentRevealing for […]Read more "Rise and Fall"
I am appalledBy how much I still reachFor something my penHas never promised-Perfection.My pen is only obligatedTo faithfully glide across the page,To make my ethereal ideas tangibleFor my wondering thoughts to find a destination.The pen is mightyBut it cannot bear the weightOf my expectationThe words stretch highBut they are unlikely to scale the heightOf human […]Read more "Perfect blogs"
Evade me.Like toddler too fast for their sizeThe words are within viewBut find ways of hiding beneath tablesAnd behind curtainsPlayfully frustrating meGently irritatingAs if they knowThat if I lose my coolI’d be forced to forfeit the gameAnd have no right to hold the baby-The paragraphThe stanzaThe story-The words I most want to write.Once in a […]Read more "The words I most want to write"
The words fell onto the pageBegrudginglyPainfully.Slowly.Like a thick, heavy honeyThat reluctantly falls off the combPromising sweetnessBut releasing itEver so slowly.I was tired.But I knewThat once the ink began to flowInspiration would not be far behind.Writing deserves our best hoursBut if all we haveAre the dying moments of the day,Even then the pen will not disappoint-It […]Read more "Too tired to write"
Before I sit down to writeThere’s often a scuffle within my membersBetween my will to create And an urgent, persistent and seemingly authoritative voice That earnestly encourages me to disqualify myselfFor my own goodLong before the work has even started.It lists good reasons for not showing upIN ALL CAPS.Making much of previousFalse startsAnd missed opportunities,It […]Read more "Pre-disqualification"
Because she couldn’t afford a desk. Her back aches But she”s learned to ignore it Her phone screen is cracked But her writing habit Is still robust and intact . She writes in bed Coz it’s the only time of the day When her body slows down enough For her mind to ponder And her […]Read more "Writing in bed"
The pen can be a formOf passive aggression.A way of saying things on a pageThat you can’t bring yourself to sayFace to face.Many books are filled with wordsThat were left unsaid,Plans that were never carried out:Life that was not lived.While narrative is a superpowerIt cannot replace actual experiences.Words are meant to describe, informAnd even shape […]Read more "Hiding behind the pen"