The reward for writing is writing itself.
Before I began to write this article, there were many obscure topics lurking in my mind. I was not sure which one to pick and write about. I rudely rejected the current topic at first, thinking that I should write something more creative. Like, imagining the imagination or creatures that exist in Lava.
“This is ridiculous. Who writes like this? I don’t think I am gifted with writing. People will judge me for this. I will not publish this. Should I write for myself or for readers?
These kinds of questions pop up and crawl up on my face. I guess the difference between great writers and me is, they are used to these situations and I am not. …
Perched on golden cloud
Beckoning me to
Take a wordy bath
Waiting to embrace
And cuddle me
Twinkling all over
To drag me
Ahoy! It is resplendent
I am indeed transcendent
A LIGHT YEAR IN A MOMENT
Worms of guilty and despaired regret
Crawling with no fear deep within me
Spitting the loath venom droplet by droplet
I stand hopeless with weakened knee.
I think of taking all-this-out once for all
Like cutting a tumour with heated knife
Pyre of worry is way too out of control
All I ask is a deep-sleep-night in this life.
Strangers pretend they can feel my burn
No one can really see the painful churn.
Past is the road
Traveled so far
Turn and look
Bitter and sweet
Few growing old
Ready to fade
But few I see
With vigour and life
Never do they fade
They die with me
— Santhosh V
Language is a cheap substitute we have chosen to communicate
Languages are dungeons, built across and over
Enjoy not the dark, there is light outside
Breeding the dungeons, millions died
Proud of the mess created around
Come out once for all, it’s raining outside
Its rain of grace, revealing the secrets
Get drenched in the wisdom
Hurl away the boredom
I wish there were no dungeons
All of us would be playing
In verdant valleys
— Santhosha V
The struggle of all writers
Know about the feelings, writers go through when they sit in front of a computer to type
Shivering inside a cocoon of fear
Staring hopelessly at the distance to cover
The mind is squeezing to get soul-stirring thoughts
Cursing the curse of lack of words
Tired of fighting the demon of perfection
Loathing the self for not taking action
Lost in the journey and buried the destiny
Almost defeated and submitting meekly
Then comes the saviour from unknown terrain
Cudgelled by him, I wake up again
Resolved to write until I breath
You try to unhook the bundle of thoughts and fail. You suffer from the urge to write and guilt of not writing at the same.
You start to write garbage but that’s only a stop-gap. The block reappears. Why is the self-help not helpful enough? Perhaps, there is nothing called as help or is there?
Block is good
Block is a symptom of you are trying set your foot on the ship. It’s progress. The biggest block of writing is perhaps thinking that there is one. All the help that you are seeking from outside is helping you in one way and instilling the fear in another way. I know that “Block does not exist” is a lie. …
Is it really worth trading your cubicle to a comfy sofa? Most people answer like “Hey! It depends”. So I wrung this out and got some so called Pros and Cons.
1. No Commute. Cheers! — You don’t have to get stuck in bumper-bumper traffic and be miserable. Instead, you can google the stats of ‘Population vs Vehicles’ at your home, sitting on your comfortable couch with yoga pants on.
2. Flexy Work Schedule — You don’t have to wake up unnaturally early and stare at your ugly alarm. …
Have you ever wondered which direction your head should be pointing, when you sleep? Does not matter right? Well, It turns out there is a whole of lot science behind this.
“If you are in Southern Hemisphere, don’t sleep pointing your head to South”.
“If you are in Northern Hemisphere, don’t sleep pointing your head to North”.
It is because of Earth’s magnetic field. Let’s assume there is a big magnet in your bedroom, and you sleep pointing your head towards it. The blood flow gradually increases due to the presence of Iron particles in our blood. …