Wandering Soul Writer
I first met Jayant Kripalani at the launch of his novel Cantilevered Tales. He had us all floored with his witty one-liners and quips. I had worked on the marketing for the book before its launch but hadn’t interacted with him directly. When I finally met and, like the rest of the audience, got him to … Continue reading Some Insightful Some Hilarious Conversations – A Chat with Jayant Kripalani
Dream... Dreams are born, are crushed, are renewed and even stamped into oblivion ... daily. Dreams take birth - a fledgling of an idea, takes seed in a fertile mind, capable of overcoming the paranoia. The seed sprouts, grows, takes form of a sapling, budding into a tree flowering. Do the saplings always become the … Continue reading Dreams Are Like Trees
Reblogging this because both my sisters did it. So, I had to do it too, just to show solidarity. Also, because he calls himself as Alien. Also, because I’m not a poet. I know what you’re thinking. Nope, still not a poet.
Also, I shall try and participate in this. You should too.
Hai Huku Hai Huku Hai Hai-ku!!
I rarely ask you to reblog my posts, but today, please do! Why? Coming to that part, it’ll be at the end.
So what a bunch of you might not know is I’m a poet.
You also don’t know that I’m an alien.
But that’s beside the point. So, I won 2nd in a National Poetry contest. Yep! So today, I’m going to a) teach you how to make a Haiku and b) make the announcement that’s worth the reblogs!
So let’s get to it, shall we?
But I can’t rhyme, you say. It’s alright- haikus don’t usually rhyme!
So this first part sounds all complicated, but it isn’t: A haiku is a three line poem that has a syllable pattern. No! Don’t go running!
Dang it. Stick figure guy is out. But… it’s okay, it’s not that bad.
Line 1- 5 Syllables
Line 2- 7 Syllables
Line 3- 5…
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Laa dee da dum Ga Puchi ga puchi gum gum Dear Poetry and its bum, What the hell have you done? I feel like I have no hold, Can't stop now or I'll fold. Sitting on my bed's edge; Like Rudolph pulling Santa's sledge I'm typing away, words forming like mould. It's all the fault of … Continue reading An Open Letter to Poetry
As usual, I write for fun and very foolishly I share a photo with some underworld elements and instantly a gun gets pointed to my head asking me to post it. So, the below post is being published under extreme duress and much against my wishes. I hope the Inter-Galactic Society for Injustice to Aliens … Continue reading Superstition
