Tag: writing

To Dad, With Love

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.

Art: The Idea of Concealment

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.

Will Is Waned

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.

The ‘Ray’ That Rocked

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 aย writer should forget his own identity completely, enter the character he is describing and, through the use of dialogue, bring that character to life.

Happy Birthday, Dad!

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.

Style of Writing: Best Thoughts Need Simplest Words

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 haveย articulated their views and opinionsย 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.

If Life Throws Mud at You…

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.

The Wait

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!

Looking Out of My Window

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.

โ€˜Write What Moves You, What Burns Inside of Youโ€™

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.ย โ€˜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,โ€™ she tells us, adding that this often means the storyline changes, depending on what her characters do. โ€˜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,โ€™ she states.ย 

In Memory of My Late Guru

Your absence is a raging storm,
One that refuses to abate;
It now wills to drive me, my fate,
Swirling and uprooting all calm.

Time After Time

Tick tock goes the clock!
Time won’t let us dock.
Keep on moving. Act.
Action is Auspicious.
Everything that happens,
Happens for the best.
Time travellers take no rest.
Who knows?
Perhaps the universe
Is taking a test?
Perhaps the universe
Is taking place
Within a test?

Forlorn

How can I forget
those long walks, those long talks?
Those endless hours of plucking flowers?
Those mindful roams around winding roads?
Those flying kites and those starry nights?
Making a huddle while playing in the puddle?
Chasing dragonflies and chasing butterflies?
Smelling the petrichor after the rains galore?
The winsome smile after running a mile?

Old Widow Is Back at Work

Her eyes tell tales
Even as her mouth mouths words none get.
Something’s awry;
The day she absented herself,
Something transpired,
For her smile is now gone, missing;
Remains now just
A flesh without a soul, conscience.

You Are My Poetry

I will treasure everything of you like the gems of wisdom a scholar keeps in the coffer of his mind. When I look at your smile, in my heart, poems take birth. As a chivalrous lover, I want to proffer them to you. For you are my poetry.

Back to the Pavilion

Her legs are now treading artfully,
Stopping once she reaches her destination;
She’s content, for schools are now reopened,
Gladdened is she at the prospect of
Meeting new students,
Friending youngsters,
Andโ€ฆ making money.
She has never been to school though.

After Nightfall

Lifeless stood the trees
Bare of leaf in a silent forest
Where no living creature ventured
Inert was the night sky
Expressionless and inscrutable of regard
Devoid of sparkle from stars
Empty of meteor or cosmic dust

Point Five

My brother was called point five since his walk
Was like that of a lass and likened much
To dames that were abiding far; his speech
Was quite high-pitched, possessing girlish touch.
The folks he was acquainted with would breach
Rules made, not one or two or three but each.