JUST WRITE (for post platform)

It's 4 a.m. here and i just switched off my computer. For so long I've been reading blogs and trying to generate a unique style of writing. But novelty doesn't find me. Writing has never been a favorite time-pass. it hated me while in school. There would be no caressing of inked nib onto these foils of paper except for assignments. But now I'm off grade 12 and yet, still I've failed to create an unusual pattern in an article. Trust me, the only times I wrote serious essays was for TOEFL and SAT. The idea to begin with a wholly extreme design and intensive vocabulary has been the sole reason for my panicking, which inturn won me a blank topic for no writing at all. But now I'm doing it. I've built up my words capacity and sentence structuring. And writing will be a cove where effing and blinding echoes as a mild eruption of my distraughtness. IF YOU HATE ME, YOU SUCK. The incoherent ravings of my poltergeist will now disorient your mental bearing and haunt you until you rest your volatile thoughts plastered in ink.

I've never had a passion for writing, but creating a piece that is passionate. It was just a jabbing of metallic wonder into suction paper until higher level education required me to explore my psyche via this. And i want to share this boring experience with you all. Boring because everything that helps you is always branded as boring. So, boring it is! You also pour your thoughts into there sheets of paper. It will reflect you, help you preen your individuality. It will help you get away from innocent ignorance if you just allow them to get rid of you. Dole out the angst in you, let the explosion in you draw itself in ink. Swear and curse everything that detests you and nothing that you detest. A fair manifestation of your thoughts into a readable art is always therapeutic. A little rupture every now and then, you shall realize, is much better than imploding yourself into 'good for nothing'. Let not the failure of creating your 'signature move' disappoint you, or impend you from doing what seems impossible. 'JUST DO IT' - Nike. Write and write until you are good enough to express yourself truthfully. And then write again because it's much rewarding time-pass. I wouldn't care if this article doesn't get pasted in a National Daily, because I would still be writing. Would you?

sweet dreams.

the morn is churnin cold
sun imitates gold
no hands to hold
to keep u warm....
so jus breathe in atmosphere
plug in yo ears
switch off the alarm......

GOOD MORNING, SWEET DREAMS.

reminder

last thing....find some butterflies in the day..some fireflies at the night...fry them and eat them...u sud kno that they dont taste as beautiful as they look.

BUDDAY SONG!

I wish a Temple is rung today
A Gumba echoed with Om today
And the hearts mellow
Filled with your birthday song!

I wish a Church is built today
A Mosque in Mecca is filled today
And the blessings hallow
Rinse you of all your sins!

I wish all Heavens give you today
I wish all Demons leave you today
And the hearts mellow
Wish you a birthday song!

TILL MY LAND

Till my land
Ostracize all suave vermin
Indenture your mettle
Vent your ire
Be the bane of scourges
Kill the toadies
Till my land
Feel my land
Wheel my land to Sufism

Fumigate my farm
Breath in miasma
Breath out fragrance
Delete nepotism
See through treacly histrionics
For all floundering apparition
Till my land
Heal my land
Seal my land from vultures

Irrigate my soil
Thaw the rivers
Light the lanterns in clouded sky
Fill my craters with will
Drill blockage
Annihilate venality
Blow the trumpet of action
Time has come
Till my land
Build my land
Fill my land with prosperity

coldy wint

me shivering
my blanket too thin
i curl up
my palms warm my shin
misty breath
condenses my skin
I seek heat
Still cold where I lean
Toes bent
My frozen eyes squint
My bed feels like
Icy flint
Could use some warmth
On this coldy wint…

cold winter

me shivering
my blanket too thin
i curl up
my palms warm my shin.