Writers are Paranoid

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Pre-Script:

We, writers, may be well known and respected for portraying our thoughts in words but there are few secrets that every writer keeps to himself. Now, I may be exaggerating but these are my worst fears and to be honest each of it is a byproduct of paranoia.

Writers are Paranoid

From the moment we pick up our pens,
till we start with the first letter on the page,
we are afraid.
Afraid about starting the thought our
mind has instigated & what will be the best way to begin?

From the first chapter’s completion,
till the transition of next, we are afraid.
Afraid that if we fail to write again
and live in our real world,
we’ll get exiled from the world we created.

From the introduction of the protagonist,
till the elevation of events, we are afraid.
Afraid that our imaginary friends may leave
us high & dry in the middle and
our story would never proceed.

From the triumph and the climax,
till the final verdict of the book, we are afraid.
Afraid about any plot holes we may have
left in our world.
The story we invested everything in.

From the forming of another plot,
till the publishing of current,
we are afraid,
Afraid if we can even live long enough
to tell the world our stories by our pen.

I agree we are paranoid,
but we’re the fuel.
We’re the ones who remember,
the tellers of truth & tales.
We’re the thinkers and the ones
who never give up even after rejections.

It’s because we know our worth.
It’s because we know we’re writers.


©The Honest Fabler
©Handwriting credits – @theartisticmess

Post-Script:

The past few weeks were buried under academics and extra-curricular activities. I almost forgot the feel of blogging, but it’s really great to be back♥ Wish you guys a great week ahead!

Library Romance.

library

Library Romance – Every New Time.

The first time I saw her smile,
it was through the gaps of the library shelves that she stood beyond.

The first time we exchanged a glance,
she laughed too hard while reading a comic under the “Keep Silence” board.

The first time I talked to her,
she dropped her favorite bookmark in the crack between two tables which I helped to lift.


The second time I didn’t only see her smile,
I smiled with her.

The second time we didn’t only exchange a glance,
we stared directly in our eyes looking for solace.

The second time I didn’t only talk to her,
I confessed to her about how I felt that she had the brightest smile I’d ever seen
and the sweetest voice I’d ever heard.


The third time I definitely didn’t see her smile,
she cried her eyes out in her father’s arms.

The third time we definitely couldn’t exchange a glance,
since her eyes were drenched with tears and her mascara all over.

The third time I definitely didn’t talk to her,
because it was her turn to repeat the vows and say “I do”


©The Honest Fabler ~Ashutosh Gursale
©Image Source- @theartisticmess

बारिश की यादें। Memories of Rain – Hindi

बारिश

बारिश के बूंदो ने जो हमे भिगो दिया,
ऐसा लगा मानो हमने आपको फिर छू लिया।
सौंधी खुशबू आई इस धरती की,
पर ऐसा लगा मानो हमने आपको फिर पा लिया।


Translation:

When the drops of rain drenched me,
It felt like the lost touch of your fingers.
The petrichor came from the earth,
But it felt like I found my lost treasure- that’s you.


It’s my first try at a language other than English. Hindi, here. I’d really appreciate your feedback and ways for me to improve! Thank you. ^-^

©The Honest Fabler

©Image source- Ashutosh Gursale

Guardian Angels

guardian angels

I remember the time I was afraid to face the world.
It was them who held me close, like a shield and we faced it together.

I remember the time when I was afraid to tumble.
It was them who held my hand & taught me to walk.

I remember the time I felt like the water would drown me.
It was them who held me in the deep waters and taught me to swim.

I remember the time when I was afraid to meet new people at school.
It was them who told me how important a friend is in our life.

I remember the time when I was afraid my birthday gift wouldn’t be good enough.
It was them who saved for months and surprised me with the unexpected.

I remember how sad I was when my first friend left me.
It was them who gave me strength to endure the future.

I remember how sad I was when I almost flunked a major year,
It was them who provided me solace & gave me the hope to say, “Never again.”

I’ve been through times of happiness, sadness, bitterness & hurt.
But it’s always them, who have been with me till the end.

Certainly, our parents make the best squad in the world!


Update:

Hola readers! It’s always a pleasure to have you guys read my pieces and also reply to your thoughts at the same time. For this week however, I’m going for a vacation and I’ve decided to not be on the internet the whole time! So I hope you guys leave your thoughts on the post and expect my reply by the weekend! Also, my posts have already been scheduled to not cause any trouble. Oh, I love the new technologies! Hope you guys have a great week ahead. Adios!


©The Honest Fabler Ashutosh Gursale
©Image Source- My Guardian Angels

Spellbound

Spellbound(?)

Today I saw a girl,
Something about her made my heart twirl.

Her pearly eyes never met mine,
Yet I knew our hands would fit in just fine.

Her chubby cheeks,
rosy lips,
dimple chin,
squishy nose.
Why can’t I form an original prose?

Her sublime beauty had surely perplexed my mind,
I was lost in a trance & words are something I still can’t find.


© The Honest Fabler

© Image source- Google Images

Discovering my Soul

Soul

I was locked in the emptiest reign of time.

The world would run but I couldn’t move.
I would see but I couldn’t feel.
That is when I knew, I couldn’t escape.
That is when I looked within myself & found the answer.

The answer to end my sufferings, for I knew I still had a SOUL.


©The Honest Fabler
©Artwork by @theartisticmess

Stolen Dreams

The worst part about today’s situation,
is not that we don’t dream.
On the contrary, we have a million dreams!
Dreams, so intense that on turning true
they would shake the society’s foundation.

The rainbow of love would shine high,
Unfazed by the people’s judgement no soul would cry.

The unicorns would be our daily ride.
A ride that we would stride with our
chest swollen with pride.

Ink would flow all over our skin,
We would flaunt them openly with our raised chin.

9-5 would no more be a standard life,
Freedom would be our very first wife.

But, oh, still they say we don’t dream.
Little do they know, it’s them who have
chosen our life’s every stream.
Little do they know, they’ve stolen our
favorite cake’s best cream.


©The Honest Fabler

©Image Source- Google Image

The Lost Star

The Lost Star

In the darkest part of the night, we met.
We giggled and laughed and danced to the
moon’s melody under the twinkling starlight.
We cherished our happy moments made at
night, every morning.

Then came a day when she joined those stars,
making them shine brighter!

But what about me?
I had now lost my guiding light.


©The Honest Fabler
©Image Source- Google Images

Goddess

Her eyes, resembled those of Medusa.
Even a naïve look of innocence would stun the mightiest men.

Her lips, resembled Aphrodite.
Tiny little curves to make every problem look insignificant.

Her heart, it was queen Hera’s.
The might to hold together a family & still be flawless.

Her intelligence, undoubtedly a gift of Athena.
None could challenge her wit nor her wise.

The goddess had billion suitors,
But her heart craved for the only atheist on Earth.


© The Honest Fabler
© Cover credits- Google images

Raw emotions.

I want to feel your skin against mine,
Without any definite borders between.

I want to take in every scent of yours,
With every breath of mine.

I want you to lay beside me,
With your eyes staring deep into mine.

Take a peek in my soul through the window,
Without falling too hard in the rock bottom.

Tickle me behind my neck,
With your soft lips and the wet tongue.
Or maybe there, where even your touch
sends a shiver down the spine.

Kiss my lips or bite them,
It doesn’t matter since it’s a part of you.

Take my hand and abandon your dysphoria,
For together we’ll stay happy in our utopia.


©The Honest Fabler
©Cover credits- Google Images