Overshare

To be heard 

She wrote endlessly-

Someone read?

No one read

Loneliness rebuked

She withdrew

No sharing

No over sharing 

Loneliness

Abandon 

Until Loneliness 

Embraces me

Time Passes...

Oh... My age?

I have stopped counting 

Where are you?

Indecisiveness

 The indecisive 

Sat and watched -

The world blurring like a high speed train.

They had no courage to buy the tickets and hop into one.

They had no magic left within to count the bogies.

They let their very existence fade -

Like the train.

Except that they were not like trains.

They had no destinations in mind.

They did not even have any planned stops and had no timelines to keep.

Some said they floated like clouds.

But clouds hover in the sky for a reason.

They even break and let the rain drench the soil - 

Sometimes soul too.

The indecisive cannot be broken. 

Because a shattered piece cannot be broken again.

My Home

I looked all around 

And thanked all four the walls 

For being my home

Thirteen Years as Locomente

Locomente has officially become a teenager today - not so much of a baby anymore! It feels even more incredible that I have maintained this site despite it's lesser traffic and the demotivation attributed by that. 

In the book Outliers, Malcolm Gladwell explains that the key to achieving true expertise in any skill is simply a matter of practicing, albeit in the correct way, for at least 10 000 hours. At this juncture, I wonder if I have practiced the art of creative writing enough. Most importantly, have I practiced it in the correct way. Maybe I have.  Or maybe I am only halfway through. 

When success is not achieved,  persistence is the key. But then how could one measure success in this context? Is consistency enough? Or the sheer willpower to let it thrive for selfish reasons enough? If greatness lies in normalcy, consistency and routine are its components too. Sometimes aiming towards simplicity is enough to attain greatness!

Anyways, at this moment I am overwhelmed with gratitude as I write this because Locomente is my alternate ego. Locomente broadened my horizon and perspective.  Locomente nudged and threw tantrums at me so that get out of my comfort zone. 

The exercise of creative writing subconsciously  urged me to stay present in the moment and observe. Also, to focus on the gaps between the words written and the silences in the midst of chaos. 

I know that I shall hold on to this baby of mine all my life. And I also know that there still are a bunch of people who read my posts. Some may comment.  Some may not. Yet I know that and it motivates as well as inspires me to write.  

I so hope that my words go beyond this little nest in the blogosphere and find a dwelling within the magical world of fictional stories. That's Locomente's birthday wish,  let's put it that way. Fingers crossed. 

Until then...

Miles to go before I sleep...

So many thoughts are yet to be translated into words... This romance with words is eternal...

Cheers to the 13 years of being Locomente and Cheers for more...

Thank you dear readers for reading... commenting... and for just being there for Locomente...