"Dedicated to everyone who wonders if I'm writing about them. I am."

Friday, December 25, 2009

The Writer - Sujata Bhatt

"The best story, of course,
is the one you can't write,
you wont write.
Its something that can only live
in your heart,
not on paper.
Paper is dry, flat.
Where is the soil
for the roots, and how do I lift out
entire trees, a whole forest
from the earth of the spirit
and transplant it on paper
without disturbing the birds?

And what about the mountain
on which the forest grows?
The waterfalls
making rivers,
rivers with throngs of trees
elbowing each other aside
to have a look
at the fish.

Beneath the fish
there are clouds.
Here, the sky ripples,
the river thunders.
How would things move on paper?

Now watch the way
the tigers' walking
shreds the paper"

Friday, December 11, 2009

Nightmare.

Its like you're trapped in a dark room; you're only scared because the darkness blinds you. The stillness makes your heart beat twice as hard and you're searching desperately for a sound. But there are no holes and your senses betray you. Your mind rushes through all the possibilities of getting out of here. But you find none that are good enough. Frustrated, you take a step forward anyway. And then you feel the ground under you disappear. You feel the air rush and wash over you. Your heart drops down to your soles as gravity pulls and pulls and pulls you down. You fall into nothingness and yet it keeps taking you in deeper and deeper, Forcing you to completely drown into the darkness. Its all so sudden that the air leaves your lungs and there's no time to even scream. Every part of your body waits impatiently for a crash-landing. But you keep going down lower and lower. Your ears block out and your head starts to pound. You reach out hopelessly, searching for something to hold on to but dear air is all you get..

Saturday, December 5, 2009

Concrete Girl

Hey you bloggers it's me Saniya =)
I go by concrete girl because of a lot of reasons; it just helps me remember who I am. It helps me remember that I'm strong enough to take whatever life hits me with.Concrete is strong, unbreakable, smooth, tough. Like a concrete road you let heavy cars, trucks and all kinds of vehicles drive over you and still be you; just as strong, just as firm and simply exactly the same.