Here are some beautiful poems posted on The Strix . I have also contibuted one poem, but it is no way comparable to what these gifted bunch of poets have written. Please visit their site, if you can’t get enough of them.
Monthly Archives: October 2016
Thank you The Shimmer Within Her for nominating me for this award.
I am glad and honored that you considered me worthy for this award. (When I get an award, what never fails to amazes me is someone actually remembers about my blog, thank you 🙂 )
- Thank and link the blogger who nominated you.
- Answer the questions asked.
- Nominate 7 more bloggers for the award (it’s nice to advise them independently)
- Create seven questions for your Nominees.
Answers of questions asked:
Name one person who has helped you become the person you are today.
I think that would be my sister (Nikitha). She has been a source of joy in my life and my constant support. She is 3 years younger than me and could write better than me (if she puts her mind to it, which she won’t). I have posted some of her writing on my blog under the category “Fragmented Thoughts” I admire how she always wants to learn something new. She keeps me sane and I am ever grateful to her for that. 🙂
How did you decide on the name of your blog?
I actually had some other name in my mind (which was already taken). This name is from first line from a tamil song “Nenjukkul Peidhidum”, a beautiful song from movie “Varnam Aaayiram”
How would you describe your style?
I am going to assume this is in relation to my writing.(I have no style otherwise). I can never write on my will. Most of the time, I am just staring at blank page. I think poem just happen. I love poems that rhyme, but I rarely use rhyme in my poem . Mostly due to the fact that when I try to put rhyme, it doesn’t seem honest to me. I will be introducing lines that disturb or somehow don’t belong to that poem, in order to rhyme. I am never sure whether what I write classifies as poem. I think my style is just honest writing , waiting for a poem to come to me.
What is your favourite dessert?
That would be ice-cream and gulab jamun.
How do you like to relax?
Reading novels, listening to songs and sleeping
Describe yourself in 3 words.
Stubborn, Bookworm and Curious
Who was the last person you said ‘Thank you’ to and why?
That would be my mentor at work. For plugging my laptop charger (the socket was near to her and I was not able to reach it)
- Who is your best friend and what do you love about him/her ?
- Most scared you have ever been?
- One thing you could change about yourself?
- Your most precious belonging?
- One childhood memory?
- What irritates you?
- What do you love most about WordPress?
- Are you the person, you always wanted to be?
- Worst nightmare ever?
- Friendship or Love? Which is more important to you?
- Your best quality?
My nominees are:
Thank you The Shimmer Within Her once again for nominating me. 🙂
Edited info on 4 May 2017
yuhublogger has nominated me for this wonderful award. I am thankful that you thought of my blog and considered it worthy of attention. Thanks a lot.
Here is a link for the related post. (A good place to start to know more about yuhublogger and the wonderful blog )
As I have once got this award, I’d directly proceed to answer the tough and interesting questions asked 🙂
1) Why did you start blogging?
I have no idea why I started blogging. I think I was just curious as to what blogging is.Just wanted to try it out once. 🙂
2) What is the one change you see in yourself after you started your blog?
I think I have become more consistent in writing first. Earlier, I didn’t write much. I used to write 2-3 poems in an year. Then compared to earlier, most posts are my own writings.
3) When do you write the best? I mean, is it when you are sad and moody or cheerful and happy?
I write best when I am sad. I am incapable of writing when I am too happy. But I am mostly sad, not because I have something to be sad about. That is just my natural state. I think I was born sad. It’s something that I cannot do anything about. I don’t know whether it is good thing or not. But since I can write more, maybe it’s a good thing only.
4) Are your stories/poems happy ones or sad ones, predominantly? Do you think it tells something about the emotions you are going through?
My poems are mostly very sad. Sometimes they are so depressing that I feel like throwing them away. I don’t want my poems to be sad. But what to do. That’s all I can write.
Once in a blue moon, I do write about something happy or hopeful or something neutral. But most of it is just sad. What I write about is not necessarily about my emotions. Sometimes it can be sadness of someone I know, of some fictional character in my mind or even of some character from a movie/ novel. I think I am sadness magnet. I am attracted to everything sad. My heart can relate to all kinds of sadness. My answers are so depressing 😦 😦 😦
Ideally what I want to write about are struggles of humans, their feeling, about beauty of love and faith and how fortunate we to be here and have people who love us and whom we love. And how beautiful all of this is. But I am incapable of doing that right now. Maybe one day I will write about this.
5) What is the best comment you’ve received on your blog so far?
Though I have received such sweet comments over these years. This community has been very kind to me and motivated me a lot to write. But as of now, recent comments that I can recall are these two, that are too good to be true. Sometimes I can’t accept myself that such praise was said about my writing 🙂 But thanks a lot for everyone who has helped me to write better and who have given me that little confidence for one more day at least.
“We are inseparable from our deepest want and fear: to be seen as we are.”
This quote is from one of my favorite blogs of all time. I just love each and every line this writer (Luna, that’s her name on Twitter) has ever written. It was so difficult to chose this one specifically. I admire her writing a lot.
This quote always reminds me of how we can fear what we want. How they can be the same thing. If I speak for myself, I am always suffering this dilemma when I write anything. I want to be heard, to be understood. I want to put my abstract feelings into something more concrete. Sometimes what I write is not what I feel, but what I suppose or imagine a person would feel. But at the same time there are so many lines I cross out, so many lines I would prefer no one reads, cause it reveals too much about me or my thinking. Confessional writing is something I guess I can (will) never do. I am too afraid to be actually heard or seen for what I am. But I can’t stop writing (even if I am very bad at it).
Here we are at the end of 3 days quote challenge. I am glad that you liked the quotes I shared. But as you may have notice I missed out on giving nominees for the challenges in my previous post (somehow I forgot about that) . So time for nominees for this challenge :
Once again thank you O’Shine ORIGINAL once again for nominating me for this challenge.
“I am but a poet, I create all that I am not.”
– Karen Hayward (https://blossomsworld.wordpress.com/2016/10/25/i-am-not-beauty/)
This quote underlines so many things that I believe and feel about poetry. Although, I read almost anything I can get my hands on and love reading, but poems are much more closer to my heart. I believe this quote applies not only for poets, but for anyone who writes. There is something so satisfying about creating something. (For me, the process of creating is better than the final result; I am never satisfied with what I write, so much that I can never call myself a poet with surety) I had once heard this (I do not remember the source):” Somethings are there which seem illogical. They are not illogical, they are just beyond logic“. That is what I feel about poetry. Poems are beyond logic. They have a way of creating home in your heart, without being noticed. A way to reveal your thought, but also a medium behind which you can hide. What I love most about poems are how they can mean so much more. Same poem can have so many meanings. I believe what an individual takes from a poem, interprets a poem says a lot about that person. I love how one poem can have so many alternate meanings (meanings that even the poet would not have thought of).
In an unguarded moment
I saw what it is, to not see myself.
The fogged up mirror
didn’t let my reflection reach me.
And what reached me was
just a picture colored out of lines.
The more I looked at my obscured face,
the more I was convinced
that the faces was not mine.
The more I was convinced of the face being a stranger’s,
more easier it was for me to love and accept it.
If I could see myself as someone else
how easier it would be to live my life.
Not knowing what I know about myself,
not knowing what I think.
To be what I am and what I am not at the same time.
How easier it would be , if this is
what I saw in mirror everyday.
How beautiful can be not knowing, not seeing.
Only smudged shades of colors.
A face not mine.