The unnecessary pressure that writers imagine.
I don’t really know how to think about violence, but here’s an attempt at articulating some bits and pieces I have thought.
I imagine the poet writing this delightful poem about someone he knows, who is respected by others but who he himself can barely tolerate.
Warning: This is a rant sprinkled with profanities. Reader discretion is advised.
I read it. I loved it. I am collecting it for myself.
Read this short, heart-breaking poem filed under ‘Nerdy Shewolf Suggests’.
“Another poem? No, TSW!”
“But Fayesal didn’t just give me a word. He gave me a sentence! I had to.”
Here’s another poem.
This time, Poorva, who cannot get over the thrill of being an engineering student, gave me words like “gears” and “draft”.
Malathi, the monk, gave me: “Illuminate”.
Nakiya Haider, the incurable romantic, gave me: “serendipity”
Also, this poem was difficult and frustrating to write. I did not know how to end it. I dedicate this poem to my favorite music band “fun.” for helping me out. You’ll see why. :)
Another long, marvellous poem by T S Eliot.
So, I am playing the “Your word, my poem” game again.
Tejas generously gave me many words to play with and I chose “dichotomy” out of them
and, Sameen dropped the word “flecks” on my list.
Read the poem that came to be.
For the eccentric guy who breaks the wall if you shut the door at him.