In a distance I can hear a howl With the fall of the rain, howl is supported Tonight is a lonely night And he stands beside me like a ghost Not listening to what I hear, melonchically. Under the terrible light I cannot see somebody else It’s all misty there Until the mist Itself tends to takes a shape The shape of myself. At that troubled end I try to get adjacent I see smoke ash arranged in a motif Later on the ashes gather in the shape The shape of myself.
The glimmer of the evening rays Heavy sun of summer, sleepy, Goes past me up the college Wall. Below, in the lawn Insufficient grass, with a rose Standing in the middle, assisted by a hundred thorns. Beyond the lawn, adjoins a pavement; rough and soothe On which passes the world with shadows down at their feet, Going left and right.
Hiya all, Hope to find you guys in prosper health. It’s been days I have been thinking about a “thing” and now, after many inner battles fought, lost and won, from all angles inside my mind I have come to a conclusion that I must tell ya all about it! In case if you have noticed from past few weeks, I have been posting on a regular interval of time, trying to be disciplinary in my ways of blogging plus it brings peace to the mind too. Well, in case if you have noticed (or haven’t noticed, well, doesn’t matter for you will notice the whole lot now) things are changing pretty well around here. I thought, how about we do little walkthrough […]
Before anything, I thank all fellow bloggers and readers who spent their time here in nourishing and motivating me to keep going with the blog through their words of appreciation. Thereby, I also welcome new visitors. Recently, due to my mind-boggling curios mind, I took an hour from everything and decided to give a look at all of my posts irrespective of the topic (though, it’s not a surprise that mostly are related to books) I have written here in the past 2 years and a few months. Starting from the first one which felt evident till the recent one. It brings a recollection of memories whether the good memories, bad memories, the frustration ones, the generous ones and most importantly the feeling of accomplishment. All of these and […]
Recently, my blog was featured in Wayne K. Spear‘s monthly newsletter. Edition: July, 2014. I’d like thank Wayne for featuring my blog under the column Featured Blog and I glad that he spending his time on reading posts here. This appreciation really motivates to continue as a blogger, both as a reader and a writer. Spending time on reading posts written by fellow bloggers is as much as valuable to me as writing a post for my own blog. I’d also like to thank everyone and appreciate your effort on spending your time here. Keep Visiting, Aman Mittal You can check out Wayne Spear’s website here.
The New Yorker relaunched its website yesterday with complete makeover signifying the first step in the magazine’s new focus on the web. Part of that initiative is the magazine’s decision to open up its archives to the general public for the next three months. Until the website puts up its metered pay wall sometime in the fall, the New Yorker editors will be releasing curated collections of stories periodically. I am pulling out with a list of Ten Stories that I have read since the archives are free to access (and yes, I tried not to sleep as I had the intention to read all the stories in the archives but being a human I finally dozed off) and I think you should take a […]
Today is Friday, tomorrow starts what most of us seek. The mighty weekend. Either we can get dull on weekends, or we can be productive, it’s up to us. To do any of the both, mere creativity is always needed! Thus, I am showing you five ways to be creative to do so. 1. Get away from the computer Go somewhere, where your heart takes you. But please leave the desk, you have spent all your week in front of that flat bright screen, suffering from a god-knows-what syndrome or wrist cramp due to excessive use of keyboard. Give your hands a rest. Do something else. 2. Surround yourself with Creative people We all have some friends, who are creative. Hangout with […]
When Mr. Dog Bites by Brian Conanghan. I received this book as a gift for completing my #BrunchBookChallenge (you can check here about BrunchBookChallenge, reading ‘atleast’ 24 books this year) and I am pretty excited to read it. It’s about a sixteen year old boy, Dylan Mint, and he’s suffering from Tourette’s syndrome. His life is a constant fight to keep bad stuff in- words that explode out of his mouth, the tics, the growling, howling dog that tries to escape whenever he gets stressed. A routine visit to hospital, changes Dylan’s life, forever. The book has sufficient humor and the writing is a bit-wee Scottish style. I’ll be doing its review when I am done with it.
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The Hangman a poem by Aman Mittal By the roots of his hair Some God got hold of him Abducted by His Strength Felt like a prophet of a desert. Nights are like snapshots Out of sight Like a lizard’s eyelid. And the bald white days Shade away Behind the oaks. While being pinned on a tree The man ask god If you were me, What would you do? The god replies If I were you, I would do what you did.