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You and I

"Hi there!
What are you writing?"

"Nothing much.
Something that you said
the other day when we last
spoke of the issues
bothering you, as in me."

"Whose voice is it anyway?
Who's talking: you or me?
It's like coming and going
Who knows what's real?"

"Stop! you confuse me.
Why don't you leave me alone?"

"That defines my being"

"Being what? A nut?"

"I prefer :ALIVE"

"Shut up and let me write"

"That's from Donne"

"Well, let us just say Donne inspires me"

"You suck at writing. Accept and move on"

"Well, how could I excel at anything,with you watching me-always"

"Should we part ways?"

"High time already"

"How would you write without me"

"I would write like a mindless mad creator"

"Maybe you could choose to write in third person;
Takes the pressure off."

Comments

  1. UnknownJuly 30, 2013 at 7:42 AM

    I guess I agree with the last two lines. It does take the pressure off while writing and I say this from personal experience. It allows you scope for being more opinionated.

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    1. ShaminiJuly 30, 2013 at 7:47 AM

      it sure helps to adopt a third person point of view. what's more it is better to take the mind off as well !

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  2. Psycho Pathetic August 3, 2013 at 10:17 AM

    Every new write up...
    I get to learn some thing or other from it...
    just flawless..:-)


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    1. ShaminiAugust 3, 2013 at 11:45 PM

      Hey Shweta ,
      I know my writing is not , cannot be, flawless. Thanks for reading n posting the comment :)

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