He did not want to walk through The doorway to the end He held my hands, pleading for time But he had to let go! Old man, I whispered, years later Nothing’s changed – still no Utopia We have a war, a recession False prophets, greedy men The plague and climate change We haven’t learned – it’s all the same!
This Thanksgiving, I woke up to some heartwarming news. One of my favorite poems, written with much tenderness, has found a special place in a book. My poem is now a part of this collection of writings and illustrations from over 160 creatives inspired by the opening line “If I were a house.”
This fourth collection of #FromOneLine writings is a collaborative project with Sleep Pod – All profits raised from the sale of this title will go to Sleep Pod, to support the incredible work they do in helping keep rough sleepers and refugees warm and dry.
FromOneLine – If I were a house, anthology is now live on Amazon and available to purchase in the US and UK. An eBook version will be available in the next couple of days. In India, the book is also available on pothi.com.
“Thank you so much for being part of this book. I hope you are as pleased with the end result as I am, and I hope that together we can raise lots of funds for Sleep Pod, whilst also giving your words and artwork extra wings to travel around the world.”
Note from Meghan Dargue of the Kobayaashi Studios
As I rejoice for being a part of this global community of creatives, my heart is filled with gratitude for the day, I discovered the #FromOneLine prompt on Twitter. I loved the writing challenge and it soon became a part of my creative routine. I admire Meghan Dargue’s artwork, as I get the first glimpse of the book in this video. She is a talented artist and a wonderful person. I want to give a loud shoutout to Meg for not only bringing the creatives together but for always being kind, gentle, and encouraging in her communication. She helps us make the world better with words and drawings.
In the morning solitude The frost slowly melts On cold glass doors Touched by the first rays Of a subdued winter sun You can almost hear it; The crunch of breaking apart Atoms split, dreams depart Just pale lonely droplets Sliding down the panels Gently trickling into oblivion!
I am back after a hiatus, during which I fulfilled some family obligations, celebrated festivals, and went on a vacation (more on that soon). I started learning Spanish on DuoLingo and am now exploring other sources to build on my interest. My other literary pursuits also slowed down in the past 2 months though I did read and review some great books on Reedsy. In the meanwhile, I got news that one of my poems will feature in an upcoming anthology.
When I finally decided to return to the world of micro poetry, I checked my favorite prompt masters on Twitter. The first one I read resonated with my current state and I penned down words that I share in this post. I hope to return to writing with more frequency but here also I may just stop and wander a little, and come back with words that help me write better.
Another chance at hello To greet myself For I have been lost In the maze of daily runs From pillar to post Wanting just a bit more Out of life, never satisfied Until I took a moment To stand by the window, A warm cup in hand Wrapped in thoughts That whispered, ‘It’s time to slow down It’s a reminder to stop!’
I want to write but how do I In the cacophony of turmoil The daily grind refuses to end In lost tranquility, amidst anxiety Thoughts are tangled, jumbled Words lie shattered, untended Unspoken, crushed, defeated At the bottom of the vessel Crumbling like sand, alluring, Yearning, yet to be embraced By the ocean waves, encased Lingering for a chance to blaze As treasures that can only elate