Showing posts with label Writing. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Writing. Show all posts

Thursday, April 03, 2008

Nothing, past and present

Seeking something when there is no path
Building something when I have no plans
Thinking something when mostly it provokes
Wishing something when I know it’s impractical
Frighten sometimes when others fearless of
Craves sometimes when there is lack of love
Divine sometimes when mind lack to accept
Depress sometimes when many thought exists
Perplex sometimes when I have no idea to proceed
Love sometimes when anything distinguish by money
Affection sometimes when selfish or ego rules
Peace sometimes when anything lack to solitude mind
Sunshine sometimes when anyone switching on lights
Wind sometimes when anyone switching on fans
Nature something when I lack to explore
Hearing something when anything is rumor then
Watching something when lack of interest around
Learning something when mood is out of location
Concern something when not fully understandable
Speaking something when no one actually listening
Reading something when anything bind with disturbance
Scribbling something when I have nothing to write. here!

Monday, March 31, 2008

few more

feeling sleepy, when unsleeping
feeling lazy, without laziness
feeling tired, without tiredness
feeling sad clouds, in cloudless sky
feeling all remains, sun moves standard
feeling to be timeless, clock revolves around
feeling wisdom, anomalous to rule

facing mirror, nothing to change
facing ground, to avoid slippery
facing sky, shyness lacks looking high
facing world, my collected words
face dried and smooth, in natures breeze
facing oily fair, from melting oily hair

memories remain, no one can change
man I remain, nothing cost my brain
many times memory rain, even it drains
met each other, we were mates together
many occasions, we were together
morning dream, desert me
merged with memories, alike often it offers

monday morning, on some themes
made some lines, isolate smiles
moved far in miles, where minus measures plus
moving south to north, crossing miles
mirth island, oppose rising destination
making southwest wishes, northeast desires
mist around, missing the monuments
mirage glancing, glad my mind was dancing.

Wednesday, September 19, 2007

Write in correctly

Writing is one important that changes our life. The satisfaction we get from writing on our hands and reading it, gives the interest has comes from my own experience. Mom used to tell I wrote alphabets and numbers before going to school, and after that is the papers next to slate and chalk that wishes to write more. It was the single, double and four ruler sheets for different subjects, particularly the four rulers used for English inspire me to write. There have the lines for small and capital letters, writing according to the rise and down of letter inside the lines taught me the easy way of writing. Actually my writing would be like scribbling, but it’s all the gentle goes to my tuition teacher who corrected me by holding my hands to give practice in join writing. It was the comfort I couldn’t get in school where we have to follow the teachers writing on the board in fast, but it was the scold I would get from her after returning to tuition with the scribbling notes. I could only realize it then and now the way I learn to write and spell the words from her.

Today the world is changing towards computerization; every thing was done through pressing the keys. The more the writing we use only till our campus life, that too are changing to digital format now, where a laptop for student instead of notes and books. When their was emails, whom to write letters and post, too little are doing that. Even the message to know was typed through keys, not in pen; the only thing is signatures were done. The bundles of files and writing works in offices are doing through computers, where the writings are in folders in some corner of the hard disk. The laziness in writing discloses in today’s young’s, somewhere they expect the help from family members or known to do their works.

What we write is nothing, the tool we use to write important. I am thankful to my school which was very strict in using ink pens (fountain pens) and the habit I still follow today. After the school life, I was in touch with writing even now I find time to write a page everyday. I feel that writing in hands does much, that more do the pen we use. Many of us may not realize the harm of using ballpoint pen, and the refill that used to write; nowadays the similar one to ballpoint was the Gel pen that was encouraged by some institutes. More over these pens are made of plastic that was harm to environment, ones the refill was finished we throw it and it wasn’t a recycling thing and the plastic releases poisonous fumes in the atmosphere that cause cancer when it was destroyed. In average the refill stands for a month and so according to the much we use, and then it was replaced by new one or by a new pen itself. With just 100 million people out of the 150 million uses plastic ballpoint, then we have something like a billion plastic pens and ten billion refills with one a month.

An alternative to the ballpoint is the only fountain pen, because of taking time to filling inks often many of us avoid it, but it was the best pen for us and environment. The bottles that store the ink can be reusable, so use a fountain pen that was a perfect and for friendly writing and if you care for environment tell bye to ballpoint and go to fountain pens.