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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:
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:
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
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!”