Yesterdays might have made you lose your might,
But bear in mind your will’s stronger than fore
Lots ’bout you I shall will to bring to light
So the world may learn you were meant to soar.
Yesterdays might have made you lose your might,
For writers, what is the purpose to set up a smokescreen, apart from flashing their sparks of creativity? Again, a simple answer is this: Nobody likes to read simple things. The creative tools employed by writers actually engage readers in the story, and that’s how storytellers successfully bring the readers to the last page of the book. So what narrative strategies do writers use in their creations? Some of the popular ones are allusion, dramatic irony, humour, imagery, motif, suspense, symbolism and others.
A tangerine sun
Came to rest awhile
Upon the tranquility of a placid sea
Where it sipped at the waters
A’shimmer in the crepuscular haze
As they lapped at the distant horizon
Your will is waned as soul is weakened, slain;
Your heart never has rest ergo, my boy.
And if your mind’s maimed since work’s gone in vain,
You have forgotten each plot, lost the ploy.
Another reason why critics berate Ray is his penchant for natural and realistic dialogues to be used in movies. This allows little space to dramatise situations. Thus, a scriptwriter is always walking on tightropes of ‘extraordinary observation’ and ‘remarkable memory’. There is no scope for writers to use their own experiences and imagination as Ray believed that a writer should forget his own identity completely, enter the character he is describing and, through the use of dialogue, bring that character to life.
Your mien is calming, eyes are charming,
And you laugh like you’ve never laughed fore;
Your look’s amusing, voice quite musing,
With you I have experienced no bore.
I seek your bosom soft.
You embrace me, hold my hand;
Ameliorated, my spirit soars aloft!
How like an angel you transport us
To a land of delectable dreams
Where oblivion descends, peace reigns
And nectar flows like streams!
Unlike Mathematics and other related disciplines that deal with numbers, the field of Arts is concerned with human emotions, experiences, and observations. Probably for this reason, its effectiveness and quality cannot be measured on any numeric scale. Time and again, in the world of Literature, among myriad other things, writers, critics and readers have articulated their views and opinions about Style of Writing. And until now, nobody has come to any final and solid conclusion; the debate will continue as long as the moon and sun appear in the sky. However, readers, if not critics, agree that simple writing style is more attractive and consumable.
I’ll pray to call on the deity of fire
As my loved brethren fete this holy day,
One that lets men forgo each grim desire
To joy with colours in a blissful way.
A good life is a contented life;
It isn’t chasing rainbows of flighty fleeting moments of happiness, fading ever-faster into flimsy emptiness.
It isn’t your colour, race, religion or creed,
Your gender, culture, or whether you are rich or poor.
If life throws mud at you, and it quite often will,
You shall remember you are a sown seed!
Can seeds detest earth that helps plants grow? Mud deigns to
Solve all issues faced, fulfil seed’s each need.
Put down your spade that digs the hole
Where all your dreams have gone,
And drop the heavy handed blade
You bled your memories on.
Let go the voice that cried in vain
And burnt away your soul;
Come on, my brother, take my hand,
For we are going home.
However strong the love bond may brew,
The love for the body does wither away
As carnal amour cannot forever stay!
The affinity for beauty that resides in the mind,
The attraction to knowledge is rare to find!
I saw god today,
He smiled at me through the beaming eyes of a giggling child.
I felt god today,
He was in the warm glow of the sun shining through the fluffed, feathered clouds.
Looking out of my window, I see birds fluttering and flying in the breeze,
Squeaking and chirping o’er canopies to search seclusion for nesting in peace.
With the yawning cerulean, they flap the first stroke of their wings,
And into the abysmal blue; in merriment, they fly amidst the cloudy rings.
Letting us know that while working on a book, she starts with the ending and then works backwards, Ms McDonagh, who holds a BA Honours Degree in Drama and English Literature and a Diploma in Creative Writing, says once she puts pen to paper to begin writing a novel, she writes down the main characters first, then what they look like and what kind of personality they have. ‘I add other characters as I write. I do have a plotline into which I throw my characters, and then, I write how they react to the events that happen to them,’ she tells us, adding that this often means the storyline changes, depending on what her characters do. ‘I love writing like that as I have the freedom to change a story, yet I have the structure so that I can keep on track to a certain extent,’ she states.
Your absence is a raging storm,
One that refuses to abate;
It now wills to drive me, my fate,
Swirling and uprooting all calm.
No man now mad is to be looked down on,
Great stories for are told by manic men;
Mind that remembered minds stayed daft, didn’t ask
‘Has our existence maddened those come and gone?’