Delight

A walk on a lonely road, A quiet evening at a solitary Bench in an empty park. A personal space found deep Within ones person, An unapologetic love affair With the expected spark. The freedom of the soul Flying high above you, The wind whipping up your Unruly mane. The beauty heard in the Hollow …

Run the Race!

I was ruffling Through pages And I felt A strong Desire Of ruining Sunshine And Warmth And gunning for Plain old Ire. I read through A few more pages, And I hit upon A plan. A plan for my epic; A plot that smoothly, Cunningly ran. I'd write of love And the sorry state It's …

Higher grounds

It so happens tonight That I sit alone in my room. Where once the cheery Bird of sanguinity Was aplenty to be found. When tonight I look From upon a high Pedestal, The highest I could Find, I only see a shadow Within which I have Spent my long and Boring life. I see plans …

Thresholds, Firing squads and Writer’s block!

I am not the right guy to write about writer's block. I'm not much of a writer to be afflicted with the blocks. But that doesn't mean that I'm free flowing. It’s just that a "writer's block" is a respected term and I wouldn’t want to associate it with myself yet. Like I said, I'm …

Journal Entry Five

I have started doing this exercise to get back into "writer" mode. It's no big deal actually. It's called "writing every day". I had been telling myself since the past couple of months that I will get into it headlong but it never happened. This morning I wake up and have this slight pain in …

Weakening strands…

Erich Segal. That was the subject of my previous post and he figures, most prominently, in this one too. I was just talking to a friend of mine and I was telling her that I sat through an hour long live band playing jazz music and that how it made me sad. The performance was …

Book Review : The Class

The Class is one of the few books that I have read and re-read without qualms. My first rendezvous with Erich Segal was with Love Story which, for the record, I loved. The story was simple, without cliches (some would disagree and maintain the apparent hackneyed-ness of the story), and simple characters. Anyway, I am here …

Journal Entry Four

The Strand book sale was in the city the past week. After a lot of planning and cancellations two of us finally made it there. I had promised myself that since I've bought enough books in the past month I wouldn't buy another. The sale was ho hum. It didn't test my will power at …