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May 24, 2010
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2 comments These are the terribly insignificant musings of Aishwarya Nagar at 7:03 AMI am currently writing two books side by side and I would like to offiliate them so a) I can keep writing them and b) they idea doesn't get busted. I have two stories to juggle because I have continual writer's block, and I get inspiration for one or the other on occasion, so I write whichever one is more appealing to me on a particular day.
I have two novels running: a fantasy one and a modern-day one that I like to classify as philosophy.
Realm of Dead is the working title of my fantasy one. Brief summary: The Labyrinth is the Eden of earth - a network of underground tunnels and chambers imbibed with immortality that prevents it's refugees from aging under it's protection. Gwen of the Duchovnys, born under an Eclipse, is daughter of the new king, who, along with ten royal Welsh families, fled to the Labyrinth post the death of the former King. The godliness of the Labyrinth is marred only by the presence of the Dark Angel, a death-like statue in the middle- the Messenger from Hell. Suspicious occurences shroud the presence of the Dark Angel and each passing day, this Eden turns slowly to something darker, threatening to betray the secret of these families, preserved since before the Plantagenets, to the modern world. Gwen and Emrys of the Silas', her best, most intimate friend, find themselves far too entangled in these matters and attempt to handle their reputation, their far-too-intimate friendship and Gwen's suspicious connection to Death while keeping themselves a secret from the modern era.
Stepmom is the working title for my psychological-philosophical realistic book, though it was originally "Far Too Precious". Brief summary: Panacea Suvari, widowed, is a substitute teacher who finds herself attracted to the Jared Sullivan, divorced father of one of her students. When they decide to get married, she finds a maze of problems in her life, like Chastity, his daughter, a suicidal girl who disapproves of the marriage and shows it but self-mutilation. A battle ensues between Panacea and Chastity, where Panacea tries to assist Chastity get over her suicidal tendencies but the closer she gets, the bloodier Chastity becomes. She loves Jared and won't separate, but she wants to save Chastity, and when an atheist Panacea discovers the peace of a church, she finds a new insight on Saving her stepdaughter. A nouveau tale of rebellion, faith and finding the honesty of one's emotions.
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I'm interested in writing them and finishing them, then contacting a publishing company on publishing them and I HOPE people will like the books. I'll put up a chapter apiece on here if you ask for it really nicely =)
Ash xx
Dec 22, 2009
Poem # 22 If I'd Scream Loud Enough
0 comments These are the terribly insignificant musings of Aishwarya Nagar at 5:33 PMYour inhumanity to me was nothing much,
Just an inconvenience in the game.
But I didn’t know you’d use me,
You were telling me you’d free me from my pain,
You freed me of hurt, pain, fear and too glee,
And all those beautiful emotions that had kept me sane.
I’d escape from you, oh yes I would,
Even though in your otherworldly love I live,
I’d wrench the door open and run away
Unbinding myself from the gifts you give.
I treasure my humanity, sanity more than I do you,
To free me, you can’t even leave me, can you?
To give me happiness, you can’t even let me go?
Though I’ve told you that this life hurts me so much more,
Why do you try to kill me so slow?
There’s people out there waiting for me to run,
There’re lovers and friends who’d never hurt me in a huff,
I know I can resist your passion and leave
If I’d scream loud enough.
Dec 21, 2009
Poem # 18 I, Your Heart
0 comments These are the terribly insignificant musings of Aishwarya Nagar at 8:39 PMI, Your Heart ♥
Whose life are you trying to screw?
You break me with every guy,
You break me when you kill a fly.
I give you blood. I give you love.
I give you sensation and emotion and all else above.
I fashion your mobility, your choice, your sake,
And yet all you give me is painful heartbreak.
Poem # 16 Melodies Like Ribbon Fly
0 comments These are the terribly insignificant musings of Aishwarya Nagar at 5:45 AMMelodies Like Ribbon Fly
I bow my head as I hear her sing,
The song isn’t music; it’s the tune of her heart
Stuck on heartbreak and jammed on that floor,
She sings the song like she can do no more.
Her melodies like ribbon fly,
Travelling with the current of the gale
Fuelled by the ferocity of her hope
That her love listens and to leave her he’ll fail.
Broken, listeners like me bordering the earth
Send our hopes to accompany hers,
As her lonesome ribbon of melody flies
Yearning to relight heartbroken embers.
Poem # 13 Freefall
0 comments These are the terribly insignificant musings of Aishwarya Nagar at 1:50 AMIs this how every suicide in the world feels?
Free-fall through the weightless air,
Like my feet were swept clean from the ground,
Poem # 12 Quiet Night
0 comments These are the terribly insignificant musings of Aishwarya Nagar at 1:02 AMQuiet Night
How – is this possible, at the least?
For the sky to darken so much like this-
To blacken the streaming stars and the moon in the sky.
Silence that coats us all like this
Be intensified by the dreaming children of the night.
Samhain,
You bring down your rain
So we can live with the dead
Once again,
But Samhain,
You mean to mock our pain?
When the dead have been and gone
And our grief had driven us insane…
So every year you give us a chance
To lose our minds in this never-ending game
Don’t tarry our sleeping children,
Don’t come again, oh Samhain….
Labels: books/media associated, change, magic
Dec 20, 2009
Poem # 10 Hallowe'en
0 comments These are the terribly insignificant musings of Aishwarya Nagar at 11:45 PMHallow’s Eve
Her warty demeanour brings forth two more like her,
The witches swing in motion to find the fire-elves,
He swings his trident – he is as sour as a Seville,
So they wander free and live like the good old days,
When the town women wept, running, shielding their children,
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Poem # 9 Listen to the Magic
0 comments These are the terribly insignificant musings of Aishwarya Nagar at 11:08 PMListen
The hope that the earth leaks
The hearth the fire presents
The calm and tranquil the water breathes,
The mobility of the lively air,
The enormous leap of the spirit:-
Hush, child. Tend to only those matters,
That you know your young soul can feel,
For there is magic here invisible to you,
But oh so visible to me.
****Dedicated to the House of Night, Untamed! The bit where Zoey feels the Spirit of the Raven Mockers in the air =D****
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