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The best place to be...

  The best place to be in…   The moment when you feel like you have nothing to write, is the very moment you should start writing, because this “nothing” is the gap where a treasure trove of words are awaiting for you to wake them up so they’ll tell you about their pains and stories, and like a diligent transcriber, you’ll take the dictation and copy their dialogues and monologues and whisperings and sweet nothings in your notebook.   This “nothing” is the best place to be in. Within the inky abyss of this nothing-ness lays asleep a colony of creepy little monsters, also known as “words.” Some of these monsters had been sleeping in this n-cave for, probably the past billion years. Nobody ever tried to wake them up, partly because they had no idea that they even existed. It wasn’t until these crazy person called “writers” finally slumped down on their desks with their notebooks or laptops perched in front of them.   For at least half-an-hour, the writer gazed at the b...

My struggles with sharing my writing with the world. No more hesocrastination!

Whenever someone asks me what I do, I tell them I work as a creative writer. But when I am sitting alone in my room, my rolling gaze falls upon the heaps of papers and notebooks lying scattered, and I am forced to wonder whether I am really a writer.  No matter how many paintings you have created, unless you put out an exhibition to showcase them, how the world is going to know that you are a painter. And I, unbelievingly, have been doing the same mistake, over and over again. Just cramming up my laptop folders with documents, stuffing my notebooks with jottings and notes that would probably never be read, unless I am dead and my greedy grandchildren sell my stuff to become billionaires. Am I dependent on my grandchildren to tell the world that I am a writer and I love words and my mind is constantly churning out weird, bizarre stories? Maybe I am. I was. I like to call it “hesocrastination,” a portmanteau of hesitation and procrastination I created from an online tool. Interne...

WRITING RIGHT NOW ✍️😎

WRITING RIGHT NOW Is my writing right, Or is my writing wrong? Writing the right in writing Is right but writing not right in writing Is not something which is not right Right? Alright. Then lets write right now, Write right or write not right, lets just write, alright? I am writing right now. Am Writing right now. Writing right now.  

Embrace Your Farts | 15-word Poem

  To undress the doorlocks of your heart Relish hazel nut tarts and embrace your farts!😉💨 #vssdreams #vsshumour #limerickrhyme #converstory #15wordspoet #vss365 — Neha's Notebook (@Nehasnotebook) September 13, 2021

My Hearty Farties | A Children's Poem | Neha's Notebook

  My hearty farties On mornings after parties   My belly inflated like a balloon Emptying itself into a typhoon!   Snacks, burgers and potato chips Soft drinks, pizzas and cakes chocolate-dipped, All pass out of my lovely-lovely bosom But unlike last night, this time they smell somewhat gruesome   Poo!, Phish!, Phat! Pat! Ploo! Pshunn! They sound like megaton But no matter how poor they smell, they bring me utter relief, once done!