Writer’s Quote: Gilda Radner

Writer’s Quote: Gilda Radner

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I wanted a perfect ending, now I’ve learnt the hard way, that some poems don’t rhyme and some stories don’t have a clear beginning, middle and end. Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it without knowing what’s going to happen next. Delicious Ambiguity.
-Gilda Radner

I find that there is something beautiful in not knowing- it leaves room for hope and as Emily Dickinson famously wrote, “Hope is a thing with feathers”.

It’s being honest in admitting, yeah, at times we chase perfection. We want that perfect scenario, the perfect family, perfect kids, perfect draft (though I’m not sure how realistic I’m being here) and it is okay to want that.

In the chase of perfection, we shouldn’t become blind to the reality that perfection is a relative term. Not all poems that rhyme are perfect and not all perfect poems rhyme- I hope I’m making sense. And if I’m not, take it as this- you could lose your senses chasing perfection.

At the end of the day, what you’d remember most of all, what would fill the bulk of your memory is not the ending or the look of the book once you’ve written that final sentence, but the journey it took to get there. The mishaps, the spilled coffee, the messy desks and Pajama writing; it’s the smiles that curve on your lips when you recall how you ditched a friend simply because you needed to edit that first horrible draft; it’s the days when the muse decides to be your best friend and you write for all you are worth and the days when the muse takes a break and you wonder if surely, you are a writer?!

In the journey of chasing perfection, it’d do us a lot of good to remember, A perfect puzzle piece is in fact, made up of many imperfect and irregular pieces fitted together, without which it wouldn’t be possible.

This post is in response to Writer’s Quote Wednesday Writing Challenge

Dreams and Maybes’…

Dreams and Maybes’…

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You are the best thing that ‘s ever been mine

Maybe someday I’ll get to send this to someone and mean every word of it. Someone who’ll appreciate and reciprocate a similar feeling. But if it doesn’t happen, then that’s okay. Life wasn’t meant to be a fairy tale in the first place. We gain some, we lose some. Sometimes, dreams do become a reality, other times, they remain what they are- an illusion, fantasy.

Maybe someday, he’ll come, sweep me off my feet, maybe he won’t. Maybe he’ll be everything I have ever dreamt of, maybe he won’t be. And maybe, just maybe, there wouldn’t be a he. Maybe it’s just going to be me. Living and thriving on my own, dusting my cold cellars and being my Prince Charming, at the same time, my Cinderella. And at the bottom of it, maybe there won’t even be a me anymore- that’s also a possibility.

In any case, I aim to spend the rest of this unknown possibility being the best version of me, dreaming my dreams and hoping for victory because in the end, a life well lived is equivalent to all the dreams achieved and to those dreams that lay beyond in the oblivion, like, having a Prince Charming, having the best thing that’s ever been mine, to them I say-

I’m glad I lived a life positive enough to have such dreams and if someday, the sun rises and there isn’t a “me”, I hope that someone, somewhere will read these words and go- “darn, she lived the best of her life” and if not, then I can dream that too. That’s the best thing about dreams, anything is a possibility in that realm.

This is me saying, go on dreaming, go on living and know that you are perfect enough to handle being both your Prince Charming and your Cinderella. It is an amazing feeling to say to someone “you are the best thing that’s ever been mine” but what’s more amazing if being able to say it with conviction to the person we see when we look in the mirror.

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Picture perfect-

Picture perfect-

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A phenomenon-
Of the twenty first century;
One of the many- innovations,
Cant wrap my head around it;
Picture perfect they say-
To certain things,
Of certain shape,
In the presence- of certain people;
A word-
Held to great esteem,
In the ears of the “perfect”;
And the rest- standing, fading
Grazed over, barely sighted
The “imperfect”-
Listening to pretty perfect
Words,
Proclaimed to others;
With none directed at them.

But oh the cliché-
“Picture perfect” they say;
If only the knew,
Is nothing but a vague word-
All letters, little meaning.

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An Ode: (Im)Perfect Drawer

An Ode: (Im)Perfect Drawer

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Is that your drawer? they exclaimed-
       And mocked your magnificence, upon first gaze;
               To wrap you up in my arms, I yearned;
And whisper, dear drawer you’re perfect to me.

It’s alright my lady, do not fret;
          I’m made from thick oak, I can handle it;
                 The pleasure I get from the warmth of your clothes-
And treasure you keep in me, make me pleased.

An odd little drawer you are, really;
        Two odd creations, no wonder we fit;
                   Your imperfect borders are what attracted me-
Imperfectly perfect and worth every penny!


I know writing201 poetry is sadly over and  I am a bit late in a few assignments. It’s about time I finish what I start  and so, here is assignment 8: write a poem using the prompt “Drawer” in the style of an “ode” using the poetic device- apostrophe. Oh, and the real drawer is indeed ugly 😀