An Excuse for not Writing. 


If you are a writer of any sort and looking for excuses to placate yourself over not writing enough or not updating your blogs frequently enough, here are some which I use upon myself regularly. 

-> Some days it is simply writer’s block which could stretch on for an indefinite period of time. 

-> Some days the ‘writer’ is the ‘block’. 

-> Some days the will to write is interrupted constantly by the realisation of a lack of experience about the subject. 

-> Some days the environment isn’t just so good and conducive to produce good words on paper which convey meaning. 

-> Some days we writers just don’t wanna write.  That’s when we are busy experiencing so we can write about it later. 

-> Some days our creativity is just not activated enough to give the desired output, so we decide to lay off the typewriter. 

-> Some days , like all great literary geniuses, we undergo self- criticism and understand that our work isn’t good enough thereby tearing off or burning away whatever we write. 
Ok, enough excuses for not writing.  

If you liked my excuses and feel with them, do let me know. 

I know.

I know,

When I am writing,

What I feel.

Or is it simply to heal

A wound, an emptiness.

I know when I am writing,

for love or for lust.

I know and I must,

When I am writing.

There are eyes,

pointing everywhere.

And I am all yet none

I know I am the one

who deals in

games of persuasion.

But I am all,

that was and shall be,

because I know

when I am writing.,

the truth of the fact.

Or revealing more lies,

It all comes around

with the process of destruction

we shall reap on ourselves

and because of it.

I know I am writing,

and it all is merely a giant wheel,

and I am a tiny cog

stuck in this system of deals.

 

Do not! 

Featured photograph is an artwork ©Prabal Pandey, the link to his pictures is here http://www.flickr.com/prabalpandey

Do not.

Don’t believe in my words
And neither in the proverbs
Experiences of others’ lives
For me they are all half-lies
If you can, then find your own
Calling, that will take you to the Unknown

Don’t give in to the pressure
Or to the soft praises in the air.
Try not to be bamboozled
Forget all you have heard.
Dive deepest, climb the highest.
If still unsatisfied, keep on the quest.

Don’t trust in luck and quotes
They are just asymptotes
Fine lines, near and far
If you can, find love in war.
Stray off, wander away.
In the safety of risks, make your way.

Do not follow blindly
Always, keep questioning silently
Keep alive the child inside
For he knows little
He is you in becoming
The core of your mettle

Do not walk my path
For it may not be your own
Don’t think my thoughts
Don’t carry my loan
Don’t read this poem
Go write your own.

-Mayank Mishra (sahar)

My Truth

My truth,
shall be my own.
Experienced, trusted and
proved by myself.
it shall not be borrowed, not read in a book,
neither heard from someone else.
It shall not be rehearsed or
veiled under depth of lies.
My truth, shall be bright and clear,
like the bold sun in the skies.
Free from bias of gender, caste and religions.
My truth shall be fixed, unchanging with the seasons.
Once and for all,
it shall need no revisions.
Not flashy, neither catchy yet captivating.
My truth shall triumph when I may be failing.
Free from morals and free from malice.
My truth shall stand without an accomplice.

– Mayank Mishra