STORYTELLING IN RHYMES 😔☺️ ♥️♥️

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http://quantumbuild.net/?author=1 I have been meaning to get out of my writer’s block by doing a regime, which involves me content writing and reminding myself that what a waste if talent that is, is going to make a lot of difference because when it comes to actually penning down, getting real and the very effort of it is overwhelming.

http://chennaitrekkers.org/category/events/triathlon/tri16dec/ There are so many writers out there, every second, a new book is being made, promoted, printed, written. It’s like words have formed a civilization of it’s own. I am also now a part of it. Poetry worked for me because in some months, years or even never, you will know about an episode of my life which will shock you. Worry you. You will be asking questions for which I don’t have answers but can be found in my writing. My words. My story in rhymes.
CONFESSIONS OF A TUROPHILE is as good as a collection of stories, conversations, culture.

I have not written this book because I needed to, it’s about me wanting to. I want things. I don’t really need much. Simple pleasures is what I seek and I have sung songs about how very simple I am but with complexities wearing my skirt like polka dots in a rut.

I have been confessing by being you for a minute. Each of you. You will want to think about things. Something. There’s Hope in my words and I wish it upon you more than luck.

There was a time when I didn’t read Poetry, I tried reciting some, singing some but then I have written what I haven’t read. Something I have read as I have wrote. Would you care? Do you care? .
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Writer. Poet. Bibliophile. Trying to live as many lives as possible 🍒

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