June 25, 2015 § 4 Comments
I realized that i updated all of you about getting published a few months ago, but never really shared the details, in case some of you wanted to buy it. My bad!
Well here you go:
Go ahead. Show some love. 🙂
January 18, 2015 § 8 Comments
I know I have been away for quite a while, but this update was important for each one of you. Or at least it was important for me to announce it out loud!
I have been published! An anthology of poetry by the name of Cafuné is out, by Archana Kumar. Well that’s me!
You can buy it online through Amazon this month onwards. I will keep you guys posted as to when does the book start selling through Amazon. Meanwhile, the book is out for worldwide sales through the publisher’s website. Here’s the link:
Well, lay your hands on the book. You can also connect with me through the Facebook page of the book. Here’s the link for it:
I hope to see reviews from all you poets, who have been encouraging all these years. You have been a great support system. Each comment by each one of you, has been delightful. Thank you. 🙂
Lots of love,
October 11, 2014 § 14 Comments
So I have been away from this space for a while. A lot of stuff was happening, I didn’t know how to deal with it, so I resorted to the easier way. The path that I always choose: escapism.
This time around, I not only avoided myself but also other people. And most importantly, I gave up on writing. Crazy as it may seem, but that’s what I did.
See i don’t consider myself to be a writer in any sense of the word. But venting the whole damn thing out on a piece of paper does help. Especially on long, cold nights when your sense of direction is lost & you seek destruction within you.
But not writing it down taught me a few things too. Like how to deal with misery without letting it find an outlet. And the fact that it doesn’t kill you in the end, no matter how pathetic it may be.
Am I over this sadomasochistic phase?
Not really. I’m still dealing with it. It’s a lot better, yes.
Anyway, this post was just to tell you guys that I am still alive, that I am not living in some part of the world where there is no internet connection, and that there is still hope. Hope, that I might pick up that pen again sometime and punish you with my wretched posts. 🙂
July 26, 2014 § 10 Comments
“It’s fucked up.”
“I want to die.”
“Nothing makes sense to me anymore. Everything seems absurd, like Camus described in The Myth of Sisyphus.”
“It’s the book talking, not you.”
“No really. I’ve lost purpose and reason. And that zeal to live too. That ‘life’ that kept me alive has rusted.”
“What do you want?”
“I want to lie beside him, read books, cook for him, travel with him, be with him. And I want to be loved.”
“There are people who love you!”
“I don’t want them. Barring my immediate family, I don’t want anyone. Anyone, but him.”
“He doesn’t want you.”
“That’s the problem. That’s why all I want to do is drown in this whirlpool of misery and find the black pit that will eat me up.”
“Are you reading too much shit?”
“I haven’t been reading at all. I feel like Sylvia Plath.”
“WHAT! JUST BECAUSE A GUY DOES NOT LOVE YOU, YOU WANT TO DIE?”
“WHEN DID YOU BECOME THIS WEAK?”
“When I realized that he doesn’t love me the way I want to be loved.”
“So? He isn’t obliged to!”
“I know, but I’m tired of this one-sided non-existent relationship.”
“There will NEVER be one.”
“You realize that this is exactly what’s killing me, right?”
“You gotta face it baby. You’re not his cup of tea.”
“I don’t want to be anyone’s cup of tea. I want to be the bed they sleep in every night, or the arms that holds them while the sun goes up every morning.”
“Cliché. Touché. Get over it.”
“I am in love. I can’t.”
“He is that bird who won’t settle down for you.”
“I’m not asking him to settle down. I want to fly with him too.”
“He prefers solitude.”
“I won’t disturb his solitude. Our solitude’s can mate.”
“You’re going to get hurt.”
“Well I am hurt and bruised and broken.”
“Pull yourself together.”
“It’s hard to do.”
“I’m in love.”
“Fine stay in love. With a man doesn’t care about your existence most days. Who isn’t aware of what you’re going through. Who isn’t with you, but isn’t away from you either. Who would probably beat the life out of you. Who, even if in love, would not step out of his shell to say it out loud. Who is enjoying all the attention and love you’re giving him, without expecting him to give it a name. Who will NEVER EVER love you back the way you love him.
FINE, STAY IN LOVE.”
That’s when my heart melted and picked up that knife to make The Final Cut.
July 4, 2014 § 9 Comments
I love you too.
So much that I can’t even put it to words.
So much that it consumes me.
So much that some nights I sleep with the idea of you.
So much that most mornings I wake up next to you.
So much that if it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t have known me.
So much that every dialogue, every memory is clearly etched in my memory.
So much that I’m going to spend the rest of my life knowing that I once felt a love this pure, this strong.
And now so much, that I’ll die with the knowledge that it wasn’t unrequited after all.