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[61] Challenge: Quitting Social Media For A Month
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The aim for any creative person is consistent productivity. And the roadblock that many are facing is constant interruption through their phones, social media addiction, procrastination watching cat videos or having anxiety because of news that has an indirect response to us. The roadblock to the roadblock i.e. the resistance to quit this interference is…
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[60] Musings from a dark silent box.
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I In a dark silent box, I’m breathless A revolt broods like lava Like a calm before the storm She moves inside the box and gives me music. II I live somewhere in between your remembrance and denial. You live somewhere in between my fragrance and a lie. We speak through shapes of clouds, the…
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[59] Why creating a mood is important.
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A mood stays in the background. It is like the ambience to what holds your attention. Without the creation of which your spotlight lit art will not evoke the desired response. The dictionary defines “mood” to be “the atmosphere or pervading tone of something”. Think about the movies that have stayed with you. Now focus on…
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[58] Fixation to Perfection
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I have 16 drafts pending on my editing table. I have 6 stories ready for revision. I have around 18 topics that I can write on in 30 minutes and publish them here. But I don’t. Because of fixation to perfection. I think that things can always get better, I can always do better than…
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[57] Freewrite back into focus.
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It’s been a long while since words have flowed out of my brain and formed a concrete idea. Now all I do is live inside my brain and let it sink in the moments I perceive to be of importance. The will to write has been eradicated by the monotony of waking up, getting ready,…
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[56] you (don’t) speak
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from 2 am to 5 am our souls whisper like its meant to be then the sun wakes up and it all fades out, you get all dressed you put up the wall again, the wall again. i wait for it to fall down, crumble down but it just does not i wait for the…
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[55] A New Legend
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I drag my misery with me To the light clouds shaped mountains Hoping they’ll lift the weight Put me at halt, a work against gravity Offer a refuge to my restlessness A home to my anxiety And give me a pass to leave them there And tell me not to be a snowball Collecting panic…
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[54] Poetry By My Nightmares
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Nights terrify as the rain drowns my scream The wind that held answers is distracted to amuse paper boats and drive it to sink with me. A numb sleep lets you meditate and makes you dream of colours. Avoiding red, you accept the blues A lighthouse like a morse code, wrecks you. A…
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[53] God’s Lonely Man
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I don’t think anyone cares I think I am the problem I think I think too much I am accepting this pain Acceptance has been the only thing has given me some respite From the constant thundering of my heart and my brain to quiet Acceptance of the things I can’t control That includes people’s reactions…
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[52] Maximising Misery
Today the feeling in the air is of lucidity. I am served my emotions on a platter tonight. A knife is laid down on my side to either cut myself open and venture into the unknown yet important or just let these suicidal thoughts rust into oblivion. A choice between self-knowledge and happiness I am…
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[50] Knock Knock Who’s There?
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I am alive, I know it The rigorous thumping of my door reminds me The lively riot inside me A live show it stages inside me The rigorous thumping of my heart reminds me It reaches a crescendo where my brain vibrates Convulsions warn me of the beast inside me I pop a pill and…
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[49] The Stranger I Knew
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A picture so grey, on broken paper it remains it conjures up a time that held importance but only in the back of my mind time turned its wheels and let it drown away let it lay on the tip of the iceberg now all I can see is a blinking light in my mind, still…
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[40] #NaPoWriMo [12/30] { Madness Bewitches Me }
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The consumption of her crumbling madness amuses me, till the sighting of a shooting star calms my roaring laughter. She shifts. My world revolves on an axis that does not coincide with her atlas or her madness made of moulds of myopia She speaks in three, a plan to include thee Repentance mixed with madness or despondency A…
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[39] #NaPoWriMo [10/30] {You Are Made of Smoke}
…in between her gaze and her stare I fell in love Just inside her lovely mind I fell in love A galaxy in her mind that expands, though To my every mistake she fumes, though Her frightened face became her freckled face Her freckled face became her frightened face To distinguish between her gaze and…
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[37] #NaPoWriMo (8/30) [To Be Noticed by Her]
She pinned me down like post-its on her wall A reminder of a task so important after all But to see what’s in front of you is a constant struggle So I stay invisible, almost like the nose between her eyes Her eyes, eyes, eyes, eyes, eyes They speak of a time when suns collide…