Showing posts with label Musings. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Musings. Show all posts

Friday, July 18, 2014

The Spectacular Nowness of Life

This post will be a little brief because I am posting it from my mobile. 

Recently I stumbled across a lovely And inspiring initiative by Debdatta Sahay, of b00k Reviews, successful owner a professional book-reviewing site where in she expands on the necessity to have an International Author's Day. A day that celebrates the lovely union between readers and writers, fact and fiction and gives us all a common platform to come together on. This is my small attempt to contribute to her initiative. And as part of IAD I am giving away a Short Story called "The Woman Who Loved Too Much" written by yours truly, ages ago.

The best thing about being a writer? You get to live in your head. Create stories, characters, PEOPLE, worlds. And not just once but as many times as you want. When life sucks, as it often does, disappear into that amazing beach shack in your head and start typing or scribbling or whatever mode you use to put your thoughts down. 

The Spectacular Nowness of Life provides a writer with limitless fodder to keep writing. Be they stories, novels or books. And the more you write, the better you will get at it, I promise you. Practice ONLY makes you better! 

A published author will tell you how difficult it is to capture this Nowness in the middle of Tweeting, Posting, Networking and talking the work up when one should be working. I do the same too, nowadays. 

I let life pass me by in all its spectacular nowness without putting it down in my head or an empty Word Document. It's a shame. It is not how I want to be. 

So on this International Author's Day, I am going to choose the work, over the work. Write. Fulfill those dreamy stories that keep popping into my head and give them voice. It doesn't make me less than a published author, but it sure does make a Writer who writes Now. 

And writing. Yeah, that matters. It's taken me 27 years to remember that. All over again. 

I hope you do too. 


Till next time

Xx 
Aarti V Raman aka Writer Gal

Sunday, April 20, 2014

Musings .4 Seasons Change (Inspired by a couple lines from John Mayer's Something's Missing)

Autumn comes;
It doesn't ask
Love walks in,
Where it left you last
And all those broken promises
And all the whispered secrets
Are scattered like October leaves
Crisp, crunchy, easy to break.
Winter hides,
Beneath a shard of ice.
Love is frozen
Giving time a new disguise.
For every stolen moment
And every stolen kiss
Disappears like little flurries
That you can barely taste on your tongue.
Spring brings
Fresh air, fresh color, fresh blooms.
Love chases,
Dispelling all gloom.
Holding hands, dreamy gazes
Go on for hours on end
Time has no meaning here.
Time stands still for love.
Summer's heat
Is felt in every hot breath
Love takes you back
To when you first met.
The thunderstorms and rainy showers.
Were crosses you bore with unconscious pride
Now forever gone
Because love is here to stay.

Xx
Aarti V Raman aka Writer Gal

Saturday, March 22, 2014

Musings .3

I remember being happy with you
I remember the smell of fresh-cut roses
Of warm sunshine that I basked in
Of a love that I was utterly certain of
Now all that is gone
In ashes and smoke and dust and blood
Some my own, some yours
Some lost in the burial ground of our dreams
I remember those fleeting moments,
Of looking at you and knowing
This is it!
This is what I have been looking for
And now knowing
A lifetime later
What I wanted
What I needed
Was not the smell of fresh-cut roses
Or a promise of unending love
Or a lifetime of terrible, consuming happiness
But to just live
Live
So I can be happy again
With you


- Writer Gal