I’m on Tumblr.

( Note: If you are shown this post while searching Poem/Poetry/Dyslexia tags, scroll down this post, you’ll find them there 🙂 )

More often than not, the posts I write go to the Trash folder and then get deleted thence. It was primarily because I found them to be rough, unfinished and less interesting. A lot of my poems and stories live and die as Word Documents on my OneDrive. Wordpress often pushed me to post things only when I thought it was the best I could have done with the idea in my mind (Though you wouldn’t agree that they were, by any means, ‘best’).

Then comes the question:

Why so serious?

‘Why so serious’ about blogging? 

Days back, I found a way to put all those seemingly useless things that I’d written to use.


Tumblr is cool in the sense that it is designed to be visual, short and kind of simple.

‘WordPress is super cool. WordPress is a bar higher than the rest.’

That’s why I’ve started a Tumblr blog to post

  • things that spontaneously come to my mind
  • things that are not very seriously written
  • photographs that are not professional quality
  • things that are small (in terms of words and worth)

I’ve named it: roughpaper-blog and I think it kinda suits what I post there.

If you are already there, send me a hi! or leave me a link below. If you haven’t been there yet, give it a look.

More importantly, if you’ve got things like ‘Tips to survive on Tumblr’ or something like ‘Tumblr: Traffic, Content, Utilities’ on your mind, please enlighten me.


Ok wait… Let me show you samples of what I’ve posted there:

1.  The Chestnut Tree by the Lake

Standing by the Chestnut Tree, I’m reminded of you

Walking in the grass with me in dim morning dew;

For, we’d spend the good part of the weekend day

Talking and gazing at the lovely Lake view.


We brought our kids here for the summer

And in every blood freezing cold Decem’er

To show them even the good things change

And life is but a strand of time’s gossamer


How I miss you in these old days

When eyes can’t tell tears from haze;

I had you a year ago in this same date

But then, time showed me her other ways


I have this urge to come to you

If not for our grandkids that I’d do

The way her toothless mouth laughs

Sounding words that we once knew


Time grows by to heal the heart

The happy-living is but our part

Love doesn’t end with one’s departure

Whether we acknowledge it… or not


2. Dyslexic Dreamer

Note: A tribute to everyone who’s struggling with the world!


“Friends! I have a story to write

A story of witches and fair land”

“Slow, dumb girl, that’s alright,

But your writing will only be bland”


“Mam! I’d like to be part of your play

Dance I would, dub if I could and also cry”

“Failing, weak girl maybe another day

You can’t remember names, that’s why”


“Brother! I am pretty good with colours

I’ll paint you now just stay very still”

“Dear, little sister you’re whiling hours

When will you know to read a little?”


“Dad! I can shoot from a mile in the dark

When even the big owls cannot see light”

“Useless girl, what about your subjects’ mark

Will I ever see your teachers smiling bright?”


“Mummy! Mummy! Why can’t I do anything?

Why can’t I read, remember, write or study?”

“Hear no words of the world it’ll do you nothing

Close your ears and follow your dreams steady


Chase your love and learn to put in your heart

Learn to draw, sing, and shoot for the gold”

“Yes Mummy! Yes I would! Learn all that is of art

But I wish you had not left, when I was only a day old!”


Good Bye!


Waiting Princess

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(Imagine a Princess, an extremely beautiful one, on the balcony of her palace in the early hours of the day)

The king sits on his giant throne,

Not knowing you’ll come for me

Through the deadly desert all alone,

Past the fields and the lonely tree.


I hope you arrive before the break of day

To take me out of the palace unseen

By the guards till we are farther away

In the lands where few have ever been.


The doves flap the air aloud,

And come racing down the street

To land on the garden around

The pond that drowns all desert heat.


The sky tells me you are on the way

Halting once near the frozen lake

Since that’s where we usually stay

And till dark midnight lay awake.


Oh Praise Dear Santa! Praise the Lord!

I hear the wedding bells ring in merry

When in comes Daisy panting hard

To tell me about the news in a hurry.


“The King is preparing, my Princess!

And I reckon your love was spotted”

The Princess’ heart broke into pieces

As she fell to the ground and fainted.


(Her love is a farmer by profession. Imagine accordingly)


By then her love was at the fields

Following her familiar scent southward

With a winning will that never yields

And true love that only draws forward.


He could hear a faint flute sing

A melancholic tune never heard

When he knelt to pick a golden ring

Shiny, soft and stunningly weird.


He marched the final miles tired,

Exhausted by the steep rocky slope

Mounted on a horse he’d hired

To be caught by the soldiers’ troupe.


The Princess wet her father’s feet

With tears till her eyes went red

The King could only hear the beat

Of war drums, for the captive had fled.



“Farmer he may seem to be

But warmer is his breath

Calmer with me under the tree

My lover he will be till death


He doesn’t come for the gold,

Nor for the rubies of old,

But for his longing heart,

And its other weeping part”.



“Have you lost from your clever mind

The prophecy of the wealthy prince

Who comes from far land only to find

Ways to let your marriage commence


The rains will then visit our land

Like a twin long lost in the past

Filling every drum and pond

With water to drink to our last”.


The royal gate threw itself open

And came the farmer on his own

Dress torn and without weapon

With courage even he hadn’t known.


The king advanced with his sword

And stopped a feet short of him

Through his spine ran a blizzard

And the world seemed to dim.


He went down on the floor,

To search for a knee wound,

As told by the legends of yore

Of the prince who’ll be found.


The king smiled like the overhead sun

For from then he’ll have nothing to do

Since his kingdom had today won

And the original prophecy was indeed true!


What you could have missed:

  • ‘The Frozen Lake’ in the fourth stanza is an allusion to ‘Stopping by Woods on a Snowy evening’ by Robert Frost. Adding the poem there wouldn’t have changed much of my poem’s development too!
  • ‘The Golden ring’ in the eight stanza is an allusion to ‘The Lord of the Rings’ by J.R.R Tolkien
  • The doves in the third stanza seem unwanted in the poem but, one of them had carried a message from the outpost informing the farmer-lover’s advancement.
  • The flute the lover hears at stanza eight when he picks the prophecy ring sounds melancholic though it had to be joyful. The princess hears wedding bells ring when Daisy comes with bad news. Translates to: ‘Things aren’t what they seem to be’

Some years later… Romancing her and the night