what you create is creating you
When lockdowns began last year, it was just another day for me at home, considering my self-appointed job as an aspiring writer. There was the scare of a new, unknown disease looming in the backdrop, but I was still doing my same-old-same-old for the day.
Continue reading “IN Writing Retreat”
A week ago, an idea got stuck in my head. The Ship of Theseus. The paradox of the Ship of Theseus. The more I thought of it, the crazier it drove me. Eventually, I wrote a poem about it. All that ran in my head at that time was writing about this age-old dilemma that has perplexed so many writers before me and will continue doing so for generations to come.
She began to crawl and she began to cruise
and she learned to utter ‘yes’ and ‘no’,
But no one remembers just when that baby girl
actually began to tiptoe. Continue reading “Tiptoe”
When these gliding bits of paper
sway and float in the sky,
resemble an epitome of human ardour
high and high and high!
I thought one day that between gold and copper
who is the one better and deserving?
Gold, the one famous for its lustre and beauty,
or copper that makes it enduring.
