Creative Fiction: For A Promise

For a person who loves Epic Fantasy and other fantastical elements, it is amazing how I have not actually written much in the genre. Which makes this piece very special to me. I sort of dreamed parts of this, and when I woke up, I sat down with writing it. Hope you like it too.

Creative Poetry: Rose Thorn

I have always been a negative person. Let me just say this. I do agree completely with this poem, even now, even as I recognise the negativity here. Let's face it, I am an amateur at this, not like all the lit graduates who can spin yarns and poems at whim, and completely rock them too. My poems tend to be straightforward and on the nose, while they manage to bring subtle elements you never even thought existed. Which should provide some context to this poem. Read on.

Creative Poetry: Life

Here's a simple exercise. Define life, or describe it, in one word. Not simple is it? Well, how about if I asked you to list all words you think associated itself with life. What all words can you think of that remind you of life when you hear them? Here is an attempt I made at this exercise.

Creative Poetry: Ecstasy - Soul

There are poems about love, and life, and sex. Then there are poems about the soul, that transcend all things else - and yet, need them to express themselves. This is one of those works.

Creative Fiction: Jilting Aphorisms, Yearning Abstractions.

Where to start... this specific piece is very close to my heart. This is mainly because it is the culmination of one of the biggest phases of change in my writing style. This is perhaps where I came to terms with the relationship between structural rules and the freedom to follow my own rules. It also was a gift, and so designed to bring forth meaning. And lastly, it was also my first attempt to write in the form of children's tales, full with tune and flow. Have a good time with this one, folks.

Creative Fiction: Sex. Trust.

I wonder if the people involved here remember this piece. Again, very different to my normal style of writing because I was experimenting with my form, but still, overwhelming in its symbolism. I can read Freud all over this. And Nietzsche. And a couple of others. Read on.

Creative Poetry: I. You. It.

Oh my. This is a very interesting poem, given the time it was written. So the allusion is quite naked here (see what I did there?), and free for all to see. But here's the thing, it was written before I had any experience in the matter. Which would make this piece juxtaposed with the expectation of intimacy. Read on, have fun. Maybe I will write on the matter again.

Creative Poetry: Sing, Fly, Open Up

We tend to see the world with our own shade of glasses. So we tend to see the beauty that others miss. And often, this blindness to the self causes people to not know how amazing they are - they remain bound by expectations and perceptions. Here is an attempt to shake them of such preconceived chains.

Creative Poetry: Blind Trust

This poem marks my continued experimentation with the form and structure of poetry. The back story is that I had a nightmare, and this poem is all that is left of that dream. Enjoy.

Creative Poetry: That's a Given

Sometimes we all need a guardian angel. And sometimes, once we are better, we try to help others. And when we can't, we try to get help for others the same way we got help ourselves. This is an interesting poem for me personally, because this is where I started exploring narrative styles within poetry. This poem doesn't follow conventional standards of any sort. The attempt was to keep free of all restrictions, and find my own style.

Creative Poetry: A walk in the rain

I love the rain. I love getting drenched to the bone. The sweet tingling sensation when each drop hits your body, the intimacy of your interaction with nature, it all gets to me. So I am usually amazed when people prefer not to. This poem dates back to this one time, when I went out walking in the rain - got drenched, had something hot from a roadside vendor, and returned on the same way, to see a tree hit by lightning and get split in two. I initially wanted to write about the beauty and terror of that moment, and yet got swept away by the flow of this poem, and the result was something else entirely - something based on a very simple act of friendship I got to witness - one that trumped even lightning. Read on.

Tale Share: Nathuram Godse's Final Speech

We all have grown up learning how Nathuram Godse assassinated the Father of our nation. But we hardly ever ask why. And when we do, we hear that it was because he held Gandhi responsible for the partition. But what thinking went behind such a drastic action? Read on to hear from the horse's mouth. I give you Nathuram's unedited final statement at his trial following Gandhi's assassination. Read on.

Creative Fiction: Last/First Step

I remember this piece to be a result of standing at the edge of the rocky beach at Pondicherry at night. The idea, it just struck me, and I started typing out this piece on my phone. Inspiration strikes at odd times, you know?

Creative Fiction: He's and She's

By the looks of it I went through a phase of coming up with scene renderings. A bit on the cheesy side, and by a bit, I mean dollops of cheesy. Read up for your daily dose.

Creative Fiction: The Mouth Organ

You know that one romantic scene set in the autumn, with leaves falling all around a couple, who simply walk towards each other, oblivious of the entire world? Here's my attempt to recreate that. One of the first of my many scene renderings. Read on to enjoy.

Musings: Beautiful Languages

We hear, talk, and even see languages all around us. We associate some with a strong tone - like German, and some with feminine softness - like French. We also find aesthetics in their structure, in their cultural backdrop, even their script. So what makes a language beautiful? Read on to find out my views on the matter.