The Writer-

The Writer-

Frustration building up,
Emotions running wild,
Rejections piling up,
Dreams are waning by;
Hope is crashing down,
Life just passing by,
Pen and paper in hand,
He keeps writing on;
Such is the passion of a writer,
He still keeps writing on.

Originally written 14 October 2014

Facebook page: Words of a random

Advertisements
Writer’s Quote: Roald Dahl

Writer’s Quote: Roald Dahl

image

I began to realize how important it is to be an enthusiast in life… If you are interested in something, no matter what it is, go at it at full speed ahead. Embrace it with both arms, hug it, love it and above all, become passionate about it. Lukewarm is no good, hot is no good either. White hot and passionate is the only thing to be.
– Roald Dahl

We all know the saying “slow and steady wins the race” but when it comes to something we are passionate about, slow and steady doesn’t cut it. You just go headstrong and give it your all; you don’t hope for the best or for a miracle to occur, you sweat and work towards it. Being an enthusiast is a great gift, because it means, you do not settle for “okay” or “basic”; it means you don’t sit around and expect but you go all out, every single time.

There are a number of successful blogs I have come across and one thing that stands out is despite their booming readership and huge following, they still take the time to read other small blogs and even drop one or two comments. They don’t do it because they have to, but because they love to do it. They are passionate about reading and blogging and this In turn does a lot in endearing them towards us, hence indirectly, further increasing their success. The more you give, the more you get.

You are a writer, so embrace it, hug it, love it. It is your passion and if you want to scream so at the top of your lungs, then by all means do it. It’s your passion and nobody has the right to tell you to tame it.

This is my submission for Writer’s Quote Wednesday

Writers Quote: being a writer

Writers Quote: being a writer

image

The past few weeks took it’s toll on me, in a good way. I felt something I haven’t felt before, it was magical to say the least; unexpected and wonderful. I’ve always said I love to write but this time, it was different. I sit at a table, tea In hand and I feel it in every nerve cell in my body, that Joy which I’ve only ever read about. That in-depth passion which some writers talk about- I actually felt it. And it’s an amazing feeling.

I’ve spent the last two weeks smiling and thanking God for the gift of writing. For the first time, I feel in tune with writing- like it’s something, I never want to live without. There is a point in every writer’s life where they know for a fact, there is no going back from writing. I feel I have reached that stage, and If not, then this is a start for me.

This feeling, it’s not a burst of inspiration where you feel like you can go on days writing. It’s writing a brief piece, reading it back and smiling, feeling contented. It’s a tree of Joy sprouting within as you read every word appearing on the screen/paper and at that moment, you know, this writing- you can’t stop it even if you wanted to. And as tight as your schedule is, you make time for it. You make time for writing cause you know, you are a writer. That’s all there is to it.

This is my submission for Silver Threading’s writer’s quote Wednesday. You are welcome to participate with a writers quote which you find inspiring. The more, the merrier, just click on the link above.

I’ll Survive-

I’ll Survive-

image

Tell me to fight wars,
And live in exile;
Tell me to live numb
From love and desires;
Tell me to give up
The light in my eyes;
But spare me my writing,
Which keeps me alive.

Tell me to wander,
For eternity wise;
Tell me to live wretched,
Like the bedouins;
Take my possessions
My money, my lands;
But spare me my writing
With it I’ll survive

Keep all your trinkets,
And worldly acquires;
Save all your princes,
For maidens alike;
Kneel not before me,
I’ve made up my mind;
To stick to my writing,
With it I’ll survive.

Image Credit: A shade of pen

What poetry Means to Me.

What poetry Means to Me.

image

He asked what it means to me
But I Couldn’t put in words
How can I describe so vaguely-
Poetry with all it’s grandeur

It’s the air that I breathe in-
In the pulse of my beat;
The sound of my wheeze-
The sight of the sun at its peak.

Don’t ask me to define poetry-
I can’t explain it;
It’s the essence of my being-
Every part of me… It’s ME.

A Mother’s Will

A Mother’s Will

image

Your mama was a strong woman,
She held down every force-
Reckoned it back with words so strong,
That males fell down in awe.

Your mother was so spirited,
It showed in every way-
She’d strut and speak with such passion,
All the crowds turn gay.

And so little girl, it’s always been
Your mama against the world-
But she didn’t care, her head up high-
She thwarted every thorn.

And when asked ‘why do you do that?’
She’d answer back and smile-
So my daughter can proudly say-
“My mama is a strong woman”
“I want to be like her”

The Best Obsession

The Best Obsession

books

It is an obsession- this writing
The best obsession there is;
Cause without it- this writing
Without it, I’m just real

But with it, this writing-
With it, I can soar over seas,
I can break through mountains;
With it, I become surreal.

Some may ask- this question
What’s the point of all this?
I say writing takes me places
Of which I could only dream.

In the end it comes right back to-
this obsession, this writing; i need
This chance to live out my dream.