Write your heart out

She was waving her hands at me to bring me to the present, I was looking at her without actually seeing her.

“What happened to you? “ She tapped my shoulder to get an answer.

“Oh yeah. Nothing happened. I was just thinking  and … “ My voice trailed off again to distance.

“You always do this. How many times I have told you to tell me what’s going on in your mind” She said in the complaining voice.

“I am trying to write something different” I clutched the pen and looked at the blank paper staring at me.

“I am curious to know what will you write. Did you make up your mind on that? Is it story , poem or article? Oh wait, did you decide on the genre first? “ She sounded excited.

It was hard to say plain no to her , so I tried my best to come up with good reply “ I have something in mind But I can’t say it now. Be my reader to find out in future”

“You are being too much. Tell me so I can give my inputs to that” She said in the puppy voice.

I looked at her and asked her another question trying to avoid answer to this “What do you think to read, say I will write it for you”

She smiled at me and said “That means, You haven’t made up your mind on the topic or genre right? “

I sighed , Before I could answer she turned my face towards her and said “ Writer decides what to tell the readers and how to engage them with the story. Reader just follow the writer word by word”

She smiled and pointed towards the paper and said “Go ahead. I am waiting to read your story. Write a story which makes you happy”

I looked at her intently and started writing with a smile. Sometimes you need someone you are curious about what you write and also gives you the motivation to write something you love.

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Have you planned your year ahead

I remember reading this somewhere “New year is like a new diary to be filled”. That’s quite true though. In these 365 pages, we have the opportunity to add as many chapters as we like. We can try new hobbies to find our interest in it. We can find new friends to share our life’s secret. We can find our life partner to hold hands for the rest of our life. We can find a new job of our choice. We can read books from our reading list. We can travel to new places to enrich our experience. We can rewrite the old chapters in last year with a new perspective. Close your eyes and starts planning. Who knows you will end up collecting wonderful memories in this new diary!

First and second love

He opened a book to start reading

“Did you forget me ?” She asked as soon as she saw me.

“ No. How could I ? “ He replied with shock.

“Good to know. I thought you are busy with your new love “ Her voice faded with pain.

“Of course not. You know always You are my muse, my inspiration “ He tried to reason out .

“Yeah , but you don’t have time for me now a days .Did you move on so soon ?” She asked with hesitation.

He turned around and looked at his table to find something , but notepad and pen were there.

“Come I will show you something” He said in excitement, coming out of his thoughts.

He went to library and looked at long array of books there , moved his hands longingly on his favourite books.

“There you go. That’s the precious place for you , my first love , reading. I will never move on, no one can replace you. Not even my new love for writing.“ He kneeled down and said lovingly.

She also looked at library and smiled heartily , felt he was right , atlast she found her home. she realised she has taken her permanent place on his heart.

That’s my story of first and second love.

Cast my Spell

I will make you spellbound
I don’t want wand or magic
I will bewitch you by words
Hypnotise you with feelings
Mesmerize with rhymes
Enchant you with its meaning
Fasinate you with the truth behind it
Let the writer inside me
Cast my spell
Innocent yet breathtaking spell 🙂

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Me and My Poetry

Poetry is like the air I breathe,

Reading is breathing in and writing is breathing out.

Two of which I cannot live without,

Poetry is like my heart,

beat in sync with words and feelings

Which I cannot live without,

 

Poetry is like my childhood,

Always fun to be remembered,

Shaped me who I am today,

Without which I am literally nothing 🙂

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Written for the Contest ‘ You Complete me’ By Abirami

https://theobsessivewriter.com

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