Tuesday, September 17, 2013

The writers manifesto.

I came across a beautiful article today. (here)
"Writer should not write, to be read."

I strongly disagreed.
I freaked out. For me its like, "A boat in the harbor is safe, but that is not what is it meant for. right??"

But its not so. Its not the case  with Writing. The writer Jeff goins is damn true.
Write for yourself,
Your expressions,
Your will,
and your dreams.

Convey your thoughts, crystal clear.

I honestly love to scribble,
I do it for peace.
Frankly, Every writing has a purpose,
Like, Inspiration, Love, anger, to seek attention,to publish and so on.

But, one thing to keep in mind is , to "create" something good.
"Creation" is the base. To write is to create and its an art.
And to have good number of readers is just cherry on the cake.

Writing is a writers task. Because if they weren't writing , they aren't creating anything meaningful. They din't know what to do.

This is the actual process. A process of growing as a writer, discovering one self, and exploring different trends of writing.

Its a process. And today, i must write. I must create, create something beautiful.
And not Care for what the world thinks of you writing. Just write.

And remember , You are not alone.

Love,

Swaty :)



Thursday, September 12, 2013

She's Us, She's me.

Smile on her face,
And her bubbly eyes with a gaze,
with all her lil aspirations ,
She pretends to be ready.

Her thoughts fluctuate,
and her dreams shrink,
But she is fine and steady,
Like water in the pond.

She hates it when someone shakes her,
or when she's let down by others.
Her dreams are different and simple.
To live and to shine.

To make supper on time and dine.
To visit places and write about it,
And to make new friends ,
And to Live till Shrine.

She's Us,
She's me.

:)
Swaty

Thursday, September 5, 2013

Peace

If We are enough of love, then why is hatred for?
A blossomed flower, and its fragrance,
A home sweet home and a family,
And some bunch of friends,
What else we ask for?

Why are stars so far away?
and why do we have to be in despair,
and why do we have pain?
why isn't love a common language?
and why these wars?

If only we had enough of love,
We'd hardly find time for hatred!

Peace!


--Swaty