Yesterday I re-wrote the beginning of The Rouge Rogue to prose instead of poetry, I'm working on re - writing the rest of chapter one today. .
This is the beginning of chapter 2 in poetic form, I've already written the prose for it, I dunno if this is something I will continue for the whole book but I may do. .
So here we go, the beginning of Chapter 2. .
Horror seeped into my soul at her words
She had slain a whole city of our kin
How can this be?
I rose with repulsion rippling through my body
My sudden move had jolted her
Back from the woes of misery she claimed
I stood above her slight of might she sat
Huddled at the foot of my robe
Feet thudding along the cobbled stones
I traced my escape from this horrid hole
Breathing in the cool Autumn air
To quell the burn of sickness rising
I sped through the sleeping city
Leaving whirlwinds of red dusty earth in my wake
Until my stoop I did reach
My legs gave way under the weight of knowledge
Shaking under my cloak of stained dust
I stayed, slumped and seething, drifting
Until the sun painted the sky ombre
More of The Rouge Rogue coming tomorrow 😉😉 .
I am gonna be deleting the whole series soon and re posting in order btw ;)
Standing on the shore of life,
Asking what went wrong,
I asked whether things will ever be the same,
But even the acrid weather knew the answer,
But the raindrops on my face asked me to go on,
“Do not look back” like the rain doesn’t care whom it is touching,
It fulfils it’s purpose and let life decide for it,
So here I am,
trying to walk away from this place,
So I do not drown into the pool of emotions in front of me,
And just like the rain,
I am not going to abstain myself from fulfilling my purpose,
And let myself be,
Wherever this soul of mine takes me,
And in the end,
I’ll let go of this umbrella,
Let the rain become a part of me,
So I could learn it’s way,
And go on,
like it does,
Like it always does.
“It all happened so fast.
I was not ready to see the outcome.
This wound is open once again. What am I to do now?
Fall in the arms of any man who could carry this heavy soul of mine?
All the while,
You are still on my mind.”
In the whirlwind of life,
Where everyone is busy knocking off their heads,
Day in and day out...
Have you been to hilltop..
And let out a shout?
The way it echoes back to you,
In your heart..
You know, it's unique to be different
And by yourself, start.
When you step out in the sun,
While everyone feels the scorch,
For once, just for once..
Embrace that warmth..
Let it reach the tip of your bones,
And prove to the world..that,
Hearts aren't meant to be played with,
Like in childhood,
We played with stones.
//सब्र से इश्क़ महरूम है
my problem is i've lived too much in the universe of darkness and love stories. It's an ugly color scheme, bad combination. the kind of romance that squeezes your heart and then straightens the crease formed. i wanted us to live through love, through moments; gently. devouring the scent of brisk love.
now i am cringing while writing all this. i shouldn't have decorated love. it's just four letters. the space between each letter is where broken people fall.
it's me who's been impatient all along. my world is distorted and being whole with someone feels like being a house of cards. you're afraid that the wind will come and blow you so you lose the balance. the waiting part and the fear that comes with it, kills. so you kill the fear yourself. 'i have to walk away now, it's empty inside', you told me. i wish i could've stopped you. from walking away.
isn't it weird? we fall in love and we feel whole. but we walk away from love like a battler whose heart has been ripped off from his body but he still can't die.
Well I've seen this show three times. All the seven seasons. It wasn't the reckless writer BS that David duchovny portrayed that drew me to watching it thrice. Hank had heart. Though he seemed like a cooler version of Bukowski that Tom Kapinos created. What most people don't know about Californication is that Hank is a character based on the life of Tom.
You write what you know. And the words in this image are wonderfully accurate because I have had the honour of crossing paths with a lot of wonderful women. "As a writer, I'm a sucker for happy endings" - Hank
Maybe one day I'll script mine.