My Muse's Words, Not Mine Haiku - 20

My Muse - my better, bolder side ;D

Penned bold thoughts /

Heart never speaks of /

Love this muse //

*3-5-3 format...hope its correct.

Added To Haiku Heights - Height Of Haiku Challenge

Teach Me Patience - Haiku - 19

 To write from your heart /

Speaking to those that bother /

Blogging year celebration //

I started both my blogs today, a year ago...to get certain relationship demons  off my mind and get emotions of anger and helplessness off my chest....to get back to something I had always loved - writing, prose more than poetry... its been a journey of discovery, friendship and creativity so far...hope to continue and maybe, come up with better  words next time around. 

For The height Of Haiku Challenge

Added To Haiku Heights

 To write from your heart /

Speaking to those that bother /

Blog year celebrate //

The Mischief I have Been Upto

Time to let out the talker in me...

I don't know about vous people, but I do a lot of blog hopping....

The world is a big fat oyster, how can I be satisfied with a few pearls of (not sure about the) wisdom (part)...

Anyway lets not dilly dally and move on to the Crux of the matter. As said above, I came across this fancy little badge in one of the writer's blog, Green monkey tales, me thinks...Your Badge

I write like

Chuck Palahniuk

I Write Like by Mémoires, journal software. Analyze your writing!

Now being a Gemini and a Bombayite, how on earth could I refrain from checking out new things (and guys, remove your heads from the gutter) ??? 

So the curious, consequently, bad girl in me posted a few short stories (those few hapless souls who do venture and are forced to read would admit, they are shorter than average posts) from her microfiction blog into their track box and waited rather impatiently for the analysis....

Guess what happened each time that almost, well almost...the doctor says she has a pretty strong heart.... gave her a cardiac arrest!!

 Her first attempt at a true sad love story was written in David Foster Wallace style (a guy she has never heard of before, now dead) and whose titles go like Brief Interviews With Hideous Men and The Girl With Curious Hair.

More shock was when her humorous take  on ear piercing was in the style of Stephen King, the famous writer of horror fiction.

 Worse to follow was that her true emotional story on the loss of a close friend was in 

H.P. Lovecraft style. He was a leading twentieth-century American author of supernatural fiction like  Bloodcurdling Tales of Horror and the Macabre, The Definitive : 67 Tales of Horror   

 Last but not the least , her one attempt at a love story and a tale of 3 friends at the mall was in Chuck Palahniuk style, the author of Choke, Snuff and Fight Club, yes, the movie by the same name...in this case the chicken came before the egg I.e. the book came before the movie...

Anyway, what the hell Am I supposed to make of this....I write sad and funny stories like horror novelists or love stories in battle style...

Serves me right, some might say....just like placing your hand on a flame is not the smartest way to learn fires are dangerous things....just like a trying a fag for fun's sake  at 22 and coughing your lungs out and eating 3 bars of dairy milk to get rid of the ash taste wasn't one of the smartest thing to do...guess, some of us never learn and off we go where even vultures don't dare ....they are busy dying out is a different story all together...

This self professed writer is at her wit's end...she doesn't want to drive away her few followers with tales written badly... so does she continue to write as before and dismiss the tool for what it is. a lot of bullshit or stop writing....

In case some among you are wondering if this is a post to get readers for her other blog, please be assured she has other stratagems in place to garner comments traffic namely joining poetry and story meme blogs...he he to my ex hubby who thought I'll never get street smart...

There, my pessimist twin is murmuring already....what? that like other better posts before (in her humble opinion), this too will not be commented upon...

So, before I take my humble leave, the one among you who has time on his hands and bored enough do read and leave a musing back....reward? did I hear, well, I will add you to my blog roll and if you are already there, promise to visit regularly...

My Widgets Love

My blogging journey has brought out the kid in the candy store/toy store in me....the reason : my fascination for widgets/gadgets.

I keep adding, modifying and discarding them right and left...Sadly this spree also has heartbreak moments ...

Like saying adios to Darth Vader and Aristotle quotes as they slowed down my page.... so much so that even I had to spend many blank, anxious moments before my page loaded...giving up Sudoku was hard for an game addict like me but I spent more time on solving it than typing useful (??? who am I kidding) words...

But some stayed on like old friends who never quite exit from our lives....some ego boosting that show how much we are liked...some that tell the world that happens to peep in, what we believe in....

All in all they make up our blog as much as personal input does...

Its takes just a jiffy to admire those creative souls who make the job of presenting an aesthetically pleasing blog into " the blog art for dummies" .

And me...I am off to add a bookshelf to my story blog...... ;D

Second Thoughts

Well, where do I start....so many things happening around....more, more difficult to keep track....Tsunamis, bomb hoaxes, corruption, scams, accidents, floods.....an endless list of negatives.


And then there is this blog. There are so many Random blogs floating around that make me wish I had thought of a better name....but hey, that's what my stuff is all about....random in tandem...


What is random ? Anything and everything or patterned randomness....the blogsphere of randomness makes me think, 'Is this some kind of cult or a forum of its own?
Random is no longer what it means.....it is structured into templates and has lost its original form ......


So, do I morn the loss of Randomness , nurse my lost Soul and Muse in isolation.....
Can't make sense of the words crawling here, hope you can.....