Writer’s Quote: Rupi Kaur

Writer’s Quote: Rupi Kaur

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Let’s take the above quote from the perspective of a writer, it would go something like this:
What’s the greatest thing a writer should learn? That since day one, they already have everything they need within themselves. It’s the world that convinced them they did not.

There are Certain people who’s sole aim in life is to diminish others spirit; to crush them and break their dreams. Yes, these people do exist and whenever we look to them for validation, we’re simply making their job or rather hobby, easier.
The point is, we shouldn’t need validation from anyone in order to chase our dreams. We shouldn’t wait for someone to read our stories and tell us, “this is going to be a best seller” before we actually believe and go ahead and publish it.

If we survive on people’s flattery, then we will die from their criticism and writers should not be like that, we are better than that. We are a group of people gifted with the talent of spurring emotions into words, of turning sorrows into humor, of creating a reality otherwise deemed surreal. We are the people who with simply a pen and a paper create a world, others can barely dream of.

We cannot expect the world to believe in us if we do not believe in ourselves. There is a saying- believe you can and you will. For anyone reading this, I want you to know that you have everything you need within yourself, don’t let the world convince you otherwise.

This is my submission to Writer’s Quote Wednesday (for which I am super late).

All you ever did-

All you ever did-

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You watched her put out,
The light in my eyes;
You stared as the darkness,
Consumed my mind;
Not a sound
Not a word
Oh what a man you were!
Rooted in one spot.
You saw me burn.

She spat out venom,
In the form of words,
Cruel to the backbone-
You never utter a word.
I shrank in size
Wilted inside
Unfazed you watched your,
Little girl come undone.

She owed me no pleasure,
We weren’t blood;
But you my father,
You owe me the world.
Her words they stung;
Your silence even more;
Blood’s thicker than water,
You proved-
Was naught but words.

P.S:  The father- daughter relationship in this poem is solely to depict the depth of hurt. A family is supposed to hold the strongest ties, there are some people in our lives though not blood relations, they become family to us. And when those people betray us, the hurt runs deep like that of blood. Just thought I should clear the air that although the poem is personal, I’m not referring to my father here. 🙂

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Flash Fiction: Regained Freedom

Flash Fiction: Regained Freedom

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A loud rumbling sound followed by lighting, cracked across the sky. A few years ago, Laurie would have shivered at the sound and under no circumstances, laid a foot outside of her home. Today, as the cab trailed across the wet gravel roads, she sat unfazed. Living with a human who turns you into a punching bag tends to do that to a person.

For a moment, her vision was completely clouded- a mixture of the streaming drops on the widow pane and the water pool in her eyes. A flicker of doubt crossed her mind; one feel at the bandages wrapped around her knuckles was enough to remind her she made the right decision. The broken jaw she left him with was little solace, but she had had enough.

Throwing her head back on the head-rest, Laurie decided she’d wasted enough years on the fool to add another minute. She steered her thoughts to more important topics, like, choosing a flavor of ice cream to celebrate her regained freedom.


word count: 170 words. This story is in response to Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers photo prompt challenge. Thank you Priceless Joy for this week’s creative picture. Click on the highlighted link above to participate or to simply read some amazing flash fictions, the more the merrier.

Behind a mask-

Behind a mask-

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She was…
The mirror
Of self destruction;
An epitome of imperfection;
To him… She was-
A rainbow
In a stormy weather;
An oasis
In a desert.

To her… He was-
The world
On carefree shoulders;
A reminder
Of all she wasn’t.
He was…
A time bomb
Hiding in plain view;
Tormented
Masked and caped up.

She grew…
She Learnt-
To embrace her
broken pieces;
And tear up
To show emotions;
She lived.
He grew…
Still hiding
From his reflection;
Pretending
He was all but broken;
He didn’t….

My Truth-

My Truth-

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Placed myself
In others shoes;
Wrote about them
To escape the truth;
My world, crumbling-
Brick at a time;
The walls, closing in-
Nowhere to hide.
Loneliness ripping
The veins in my heart;
Memories turning
My nights into trials.

In prayer I found
The passion to breathe;
With ink from my vein-
I regained my will;
Through writing and rhyming,
Transforming my feelings,
To words read on paper-
I regained my zeal.

Placing myself,
In my own shoes;
I wrote my reality,
And realized my truth.

Image courtesy: Tinybuddha.com

Flash Fiction: After the storm

Flash Fiction: After the storm

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It was July 17, how can I forget that day. After a week-long raining spell, the roaring of thunder paused, clouds parted and rays of sunshine flooded us with their warmth. Dressed in a floral patterned gown, a silver head-scarf and my most valuable possessions packed in a medium-sized traveling bag, I stood… Waiting.

A new dawn awaited me, us, one under no circumstance I was going to let slip out of my fingers. We were going to be happy, start a new life somewhere. I’ld look for a teaching job while he’ll start a garage. Our own fairy tale, one we had planned out and thought we deserved.

17th July, 5.10pm… The tears, staining my pancaked cheeks. The train hooting, grazing the rails with its iron tires. I hoped, prayed, envisioned him running with his suitcase screaming, “I’m here now”; but he never showed up. Oh how I wished the train sounds could flutter away with the broken pieces of my heart. It tore me apart because deep down- I wasn’t surprised he didn’t show.


Word Count: 175 words. This story is in response to Flash Fiction For Aspiring Writers photo prompt challenge hosted by Priceless Joy. Thank you to “the storyteller’s abode” for this week’s captivating picture.

Left to Mourn-

Left to Mourn-

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In the blink of a second,
It creeps on us;
We watch unsuspecting,
It draws what it wants;
Our chest, tightens
Our eyes, widened
Our hands, trembling
The soul- it’s gone.
Lying lifeless,
In front of us;
The new victim
Of death, departs.
And we stare and we watch,
And we cant, stop it’s work;
Cause their time, it’s up
As we watch, they’re gone.
In the blink of a second,
Death snatches the next;
Departs with the soul,
We’re left to mourn.

A dark cloud hovers,
In the silence of a sec;
We hope she’s sleeping,
But we know, she’s gone;
And lightning cracks
And thunder roars
If you’re lucky,
You mourn,
With flowing water works.
If not, you stare numb,
At the lifeless body;
Chest constricted,
As you phantom what’s happening.
Lifeless, a piece of-
Our heart is gone.
Their soul departs
We’re left to mourn.

I got the news that someone close to my heart, who took care of me as a kid has passed on. She is just in her late thirties and has such a big heart. I never got to say goodbye, but the memories I have of her and the amazing family of four children she’s left behind, I will forever treasure. May Al-jannat Firdaus be your final abode. Heaven is calling, we can’t say no to that.