Rhythm Writing

When I was in high school, I saw my friends reading and writing and studying with earphones on and music bursting in their ears.
I used to be envious of their superpower to concentrate at such a level.
You see, I was a child who used to study in a closed room,
with nothing but the sound of fan rotating from the ceiling getting in my ears.
Even thinking of trying the idea disturbed me,
So I kept on indulging myself in the old art of studying in a closed room with nothing but the sounds of my voice murmuring the formulas, equations, reactions and also the sound of the fan.

Few years later, I started writing, and my brain faced a huge obstacle, big enough to crush my mental stamina to producing content.
I think that’s a huge problem for procrastinators.
They are creative, creative enough to do wonders with little thinking.
But the major flaw they seem to have is the lack of interest and apathy they face after a certain time of being creative.

I guess that’s what happened with me,
but I have a secret to tell you: I have found a key to this problem.
Well, it worked for me, so I’ll share it with you all too. This secret helped me out extremely, especially in writing. I feel no ‘Writer’s Block’, if that even exits.
Duh! Does it?
So guys and girls, hold your breath, ’cause I am about to tell you a secret that is going to change your life.
It’s not gonna help you write, but make you feel your writing or any other thing you are going to create.

And the secret is, Rhythm Writing.
Yes! Well, I call it that. I am going to talk about it in my next post.
It helped me a lot in these recent days where I was feeling blank and nothing was helping me, but now I have a solution for it.
Isn’t it funny we face many problems but the solutions are so simple and in front of us, yet we cannot see it.
Never mind. We still got the solution, didn’t we.
See you guys tomorrow.

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Thoughts To Soak

I toooook a long break,
Yes the ‘took’ has 5 o’s, and yes I took a long break.
I know I know, I’ve been saying this for a while,
but it is hard for me to decide.
With god’s grace I have got a job, friends I can rely on.
and finally found love of my life,
or have I?
But still, something is missing.
But what is it?

I lay down thinking,
thinking about that friend who pushed me over the cliff,
not because he hated me,
but for me to feel the wind over my face,
to smash my body over the ocean of my thoughts,

I know I’ve been on and off in this relationship with you,
but you know you are my home,
’cause even after I wander and roam to places,
I come back to you.
You are my escape, but when you get to close, you are a jail.
It’s hard for me to survive my own thoughts,
sometimes I ignore,
but how long can I run from myself

So I let them soak in, deep.
Only the positive ones though,
’cause you are a spectator, viewing the trails of thoughts passing by,
only to turn the light green for the thoughts to get to you,
not to be submerged in the darkness of our own flipped side.

I’ll figure it out.

I owe you an explanation,
Yes, I know I promised,
I am delaying,
Procrastinating? No!
Drifting away from clarity, maybe.
I need some time. To figure out,
’cause it takes years for exploration.
You cannot expect wonders within days.
Trust me, I’ll figure it out.
I’ll do whatever it takes,
to get it back.

Soul Searching..

I took a break, a long break, mostly soul searching;
in books and movies and web series, whatever I could find to get away from myself,
to indulge in stories, interesting stories, good stories, sad stories, obvious stories.
Now here I am, feeling satisfied, enough to know that I am not alone on this excursion to know myself.
There are hundreds out there.
So, this time, I bring the stories I have seen in the world of cinema, which are close to me, close enough to give a reflection of my inner self.
Every week, there would be poems depicting the stories. They won’t be movie reviews or critic but more than that.

Stay tuned for what’s about to come.