Happy #WorldPoetryDay, Happy #Nowruz, folks! Happy #blogiversary and happy #bookpublishingday to me

What an exciting day today is! Many occasions falling together. Let me wish you all Happy World Poetry Day! Also a very Happy Nowruz, Persian New Year to those who celebrate it.

Today is my third blogiversary so Happy blogiversary and happy book publishing day to me as I hit publish today after an amount of feeling jittery and jumpy. His Christmas Surprise, Book 2 of Christmas Romance series, will be out soon!

On World Poetry Day, I put together something for my writers’ group FWBA, that I would like to share here.  I don’t usually write poetry so do excuse the floundering 🙂

Write something that shakes the false beliefs
and challenges the dusty claims
Write something that renews the inheritance
of the Earth we have got
Write with courage, hope and originality
which unfailingly aims
To banish darkness of ancient, moldy wisdom
and celebrates new thought

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Write more and create to inspire. Happy writing!

Update: The book link is now live! https://www.amazon.com/His-Christmas-Surprise-romance-Book-ebook/dp/B06XS6XZ7J 

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Random attempt at #poetry

I don’t write poetry. But off and on something takes shape. I used to write poems during school time and got them in the school magazine at least 🙂 I love the cadence of words and I think good poetry should have a rhythm even it doesn’t rhyme. Do you agree?

Here’s something I wrote a while back. Let me know what you think of it. It’s not much but it would be great if you could take time to read it. If you write poetry, do share it with me. I’d like to read it.

 

Tell me how can I unlearn having to face those lonely times.

When I’ve learnt to live with them the hard way.

Cold stark emptiness in my breaths

Making me get up and wander in the hollow corridors.

Searching for some touch of familiar warmth.

Finding you

calm and blissful.

I wondered why it didn’t bite you the way the empty haven bit me.

Now it’s become a solace and companion

To my loneliness.

I no longer resent it. I seek it. Hold hands with it. I fill it

With different hued dreams.

I am calm.

So why do you now come back and try to evoke that need.

It’s gone. Let it be.

I want to be strong. Let me forget.

Let me not unlearn the peace.

I can’t face it now

The times can’t go back. Let’s just know that. And exist with the fact.

If we can.