Ageless forests Testimony to so much hatred! Today I saw them Bent, tired, wrinkled Aging a little bit more: Menacingly grey Blinded by smoke Of dying ashes Choking on the dead Burning trees wailing In the distance; They watch us closely Waiting to strike As vengeance stings The forest eyes!
Red dust gently stains Vivid footsteps On the forest trail Our whispers are caught In the canopy for eternity Hanging as mist! Glow worms flutter In ethereal shadows Leaves crunch below Our feet, in a terrain Dreamy, magical Where lovers meet Under the stars
It started with the small blue notepad his mother handed over to him. She was busy in the grocery aisle; he was running around, getting in the way. She ripped out her shopping list and gave the notepad to him to entertain himself. His 6-year old fingers doodled and channeled his tiny self out of trouble.
Waiting in the checkout line, she entertained him by dictating all the items in her shopping cart. He was proud of his first list. He felt almost grown-up that day. After all, writing and list-making was the effortless skill of adults. A notebook became his constant companion.
Social media is exhausting, specially if you are intending to garner an audience or self-promote. There are myriad channels of communication and showcasing; all are craving your attention and content. If you are a writer, artist, or pursuing any creative channel, you are immediately in the snare of the social media octopus. There is Facebook, Instagram, Twitter, Pinterest, YouTube, and I am ignorant of so many other channels.
All demand that you place your content in the most presentable way, on each one of them. There is information and design overload – the same content flooding the data stream with tags and hashtags. More than the creative pursuit, it is the pressure of pushing your content into these channels to grab the maximum eyeballs. Social media feeds on your deep FOMO – fear of missing out – in showcasing your content and following the trends.