Smile and Sadness

When you are all alone

And once in a while,

A candid thought or

A nostalgic feeling

Curves your lips up

That’s the best smile

And

When you are happy

Amidst a crackling laugh

Little pearls roll down the eye

You do both, laugh and cry

Trust me in all this madness

That’s the best form of sadness

  • Sahar

3 Day Quote Challenge – Day 1

I have been nominated by Rupanjal Patowary’s blog for the 3 Day Quote Challenge. I am so overwhelmed by the nomination. It means a lot to me. Thank you from the bottom of my heart.

The rules to be followed are:

  • Thank the person who nominated you.
  • Post a quote for 3 consecutive days.
  • Nominate 3 new bloggers everyday.

The quote for today:

 

It shall be the greatest proof and measure of the strength of our minds if we can keep our sanity intact in this insane world.” –  Mayank “Sahar” Mishra

 

I nominate these bloggers:

  1. Dr. Sneha Tiwari
  2. Dr. Amit Prakash
  3. Mr. Tammy Mezera

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.