how to be a writer

A friend asked me 

how to be a writer.

I wanted to say,

"lock yourself in a room,

scream until you have 

a poem and no voice.

Open your veins and bleed 

until you know that your bones

are pure words and sorrow. 

Act as if you slit your own throat

and all you can bleed

are your own regrets 

and all of the darkness

you boxed up for inspiration. 

Write your loved ones a letter,

tell her you're leaving

and you won't be back for awhile

Because being a writer is traveling 

through all seven layers of ****

and denying anything is wrong.

Forget loving yourself 

when all you have is a pen and paper

fused to your wrist

and god is tapping at your skull

saying turn back now.

Warn the neighbors that if they smell burning

It's just your soul 

clawing at the front door trying to get in. 

Learn how to be alone. 

Learn how to lose everything you have

in order to feel release,

learn how to only feel deceased 

from now on."

but.........

A friend asked me

how to be a writer.

All I said was

don't.

=Mr.733

top & bottom

I love her
I tell myself
I know that
We will be together forever
I don’t believe that
We could be separated
My thoughts tell me that
she’s the love of my life
Sometimes my heart lies and says
I could live an eternity
Without her
Like my friends say
“We’re perfect for each other”
And you can’t tell me
she’s not the one.

Now read from bottom to top.

if you could read my mind

If you could read my mind,

You’d see a thousand papers

Filled with broken poetries

And deadbeat proses

Full of woeful verses

With mournful pieces

Of unfinished stories

That are yet to be written

And failed to be spoken;

If you could read my mind,

You’d hear horrible screams

And earsplitting weeps

From shattered dreams,

Kept in a nasty notepad,

Scribbled on a bed

Of bloodstained words,

Ringing in my head.

If you could read my mind,

You’d see the shadows

That lurk within me;

You’d hear the bellows,

Screeching the words

“I’m tired,”

“I’m a failure,”

“I’m ****** –”

I know it sounds ******,

It’s pathetically foolish

And seems too *******.

If you could read my mind,

You’d feel the tears

I had ever failed to cry;

You’d see the people

That make the weak weaker;

You’d see the monsters

That consume my head;

You’d hear the hollers

That failed to be freed;

You’d see the heart

That still bleeds and bleeds.

If you could read my mind,

You’d see the face

I’ve failed to show back then,

The face I’ve faked back then.

If you could read my mind,

You’d see a character

I had ever failed to become

If you could read my mind,

You’d be able to read

A book you never wished

To touch and read,

But sometimes I still wish 

Someone could read my mind.

-Mr.733

living this way

There's a few ways of living 

I don't like to live 

This

Way

If living like this means

Laying on the couch

Pitying myself

For all of my problems

Then I don't wanna live

This 

Way

I've got a drink in my hand

And whiskey in a bottle

Tiring myself

I'm too tired to swallow

If whiskey is my pride

Then I swig the whole bottle

Tastes so good but I'm 

Too tired to swallow 

I don't wanna live 

This

Way

Well like they say

You need to change yourself

I want to live

That 

Way.

-Mr.733

One day

One day, night will come and the sun will shine no more,

One day, it would be no day at all and the moon will be alone,

That day, the stars will peek from the holes

That day, the sleep will enter our souls

One day..

your eyes will open and you'll see...

what you lost by then, 

i won't be waiting anymore,

One day I stop checking your last seen,

One day I sleep before you sleep,

One day I stop expecting things from you,

One day I stop saving your photos,

One day I smile seeing you with someone else...

One day when you look for me you won't find me

and in your heart

there'll be no one left to tell you

which path I took and where I forgot you.

One day when you open your eyes

I won't be here I'll have taken another path

and forgotten you.

You'll look north and south

to where the sun is born and where it hides

where the four roads meet

you'll look crazy, searching for my footprints.

Who knows what rains

and what winds

will have swept them away.

-Mr.733 (#story_teller_sky)

the number you are calling is busy

Alert :

Dear Airtel users ;

When you call to a person, these words may be annoying,

If it says "Currently Busy" can understand the present situation / (blocked😏),

If it says "Out of coverage" can understand that it's not reachable / (flight mode),

If it says "Speaking to someone else" can understand the priority,

But, when it says "The person you are calling is not answering" what else can be understood!!..

There may be many thoughts running in mind.How can it say that without even speaking and not questioning, the person is not answering. 

Some contacts are like unable to block, unable to delete, unable to forget they have a reserved place in our hearts & minds.

To show some attitude to me I'll be like "don't feel special, I only keep your number in my phone so I know not to answer when you call" but deep inside it speaks " I just want to flash your number on my screen rather than you flash on my mind".

In the end when your hope of that call dies, you think of the days when everything was fine , it takes time to sink everything, everything you want was parted, respect the fate, choose your own way, there is happiness all around, it's a beautiful day. 

Smile it happened.😊✌

-Mr.733

its a never hi bye

its a "Never 'Hi' BYE"
(Never hi, never Bye) 
The two hardest things to say in life is hello for the first time and goodbye for the last, though many of the times the goodbyes are unspoken in many stories at the end.
every one has a person/s in their life at an instant of time, 
like the clouds passing the SKY for sometime,
many stories to tell to the world yet ended up forgetting in peace..
The person reading this..yes..U..you too had a lot to tell to your loved and beside ones but failed to omit out, doesn't it feels like something heavy in our heart & during the last message of a conversation we often text as BYE..and we don't even know that BYE is a temporary GOODBYE..
In our lives we had people where we ended with them listening to their last bye.& we don't even know that it becomes a Never hi bye
(Had a lot to tell in brief, will be continued in part_2)
-Mr.733 (#story_teller_sky)

souvenir

Memories…. Always there

never spare

to scare

they stare

and snare

relentless

they swear 

my despair!

not a prayer

to breathe air!

never fair!

always tare

here and there

mentally

everywhere!

I'm elsewhere

back in time

times behind

hit rewind 

as tears flare

past glares

I dare... WARFARE!

beware 

prepare

nightmares 

rip to pairs!

memories

to replace

and erase

no space

for disgrace

give it face

past deface

earn my place

win the race!

up the pace

live in grace

life embrace

.

They say the mind replays what the heart can't erase

It's such a shame that this SOUVENIR had to be lost in presence of absence

We might have drifted apart, but your path and mine crossed for a reason

For sure if we are meant to be together then will probably meet again

Somewhere far away but not here not now 

It's time to let this go, time to write this off and cut you off.

See the good in goodbye

-Mr.733

paradox

the simplest impossible, 

I've only been affected 

by anything other 

than affection

The only plan made

was to never have 

anything planned

I've only been 

perfect at living as 

an imperfection

The only thing I

understood was how 

much I didn't understand.

Take a look inside,

Both dead and alive,

Simultaneously?

How can we measure it,

If something is living, yet finalised?

Propose a second proposal,

Preferably pick a second one,

Work, well that's force over distance,

Yet how can we measure success?

Power is work over time but 

It can be just and injust

Who decides control, no not I 

It must be him on the inside

Laughing, so can I actually look inside the box..

Like a fidgety penniless ant ready for work,

Yes yes I'm hungry,hungry strong as an ox

Paradoxically held back, retaining an astute smirk

I get it now, needing no quarrels 

Acceptance.

It's the ways it's meant to be

If we find out truth we will pay Schrodinger fury

Hypothesis: Not a chance of success.

Can I open, must I find out.

It will ruin me I'm told.

Accept the unacceptable.

-Mr. 733

BACKspace

BACKspace"

26 alphabets,

10 numbers, 

37 special characters,

Yet BACKSPACE always had a story to tell.

No one knows one's story that was being erased once, would never come back & it is known to be backspace.

Do you know what really BACKSPACE thinks ; " I move back only to erase the worst parts of me but recently something comes over and I delete important paragraphs of my life I can always rewrite them but meanwhile the people around me, they move onto their next chapters. That's when I realized if the author of your life kept hitting BACKSPACE you would have never moved forward "

But the only key that hides our permanently temporary feelings about the present situation acting on others ...how weird it'll be to hear that can feelings change within a fraction of seconds??

Yep. It may be limited upto time, and yet pretending to be alright.

Wouldn't it be nice to have a key 

That was designated for any 'oops'

That could go back like it was never there 

Those words of anger or bitterness shared 

Something that got rid of the mess in life 

Cleaning the page, wiping clean your time 

Making the slate of the day, month, or year 

A page that was free of hatred or your fears 

I would enjoy that key in my life for sure 

But only if it came with a safety feature 

So that when good or kind words came 

And they were not meant but inspired 

I would not be tempted to erase or rewrite 

Things I did not plan to have in my life .

-Mr.733

graveyard of hearts

You told me," Love is full of lies and Plebian" .Why did you plant and sowed the seed of love like a fire deep inside my heart, it is demanding nourishment and growth, there are no sight of relieve to my heart since you left, it is withering in solitude and tears who will extinguish my burning heart ? Why you wasted my feelings and emotions, you already knew how much harder I fell in love with you ? I need you to care about my love for you 

I should feel loved, wanted and desired by you instead

You left me alone lonely, weary and tired. I'm like an content rose, flower whose whole petals are about to fall.Why your poisonous love, like a snake is wreathing my soul in flames? Poisoning my every vein, It is burning me in ashes, My heart is bleeding profoundly with blood red like a lifeless body lying on a bed for her final journey to her/ his Majesty .Why are you turning my happy soothing soul into bitter lonely and wandered soul searching for her|his final destination? Why my conscionable tongue still mention your name like a prayers every second even in my dreams? 

Why your assuage and delightful memories are now excruciating and bleeding me haunting my soul ? It would have been better if you had buried me alone beneath the ground 10 feets below instead of giving pain for a lifetime..Why did you slay my inner soul and peace with your fake love and concern?Why my soul is burning vigorously in your love and memories?What you will call this volcano eruption boiling inside me in your absence? Why I am cursing my heart for falling in love with you? Why I am feeling my world is trembling under my feet? Why can't I fight back my inner demon of your love ?Why my heart is feeling your presence even in your absence ?Why my lips are permeance your name like a robot?Why you left my heart in pieces? Who is going to stitch the broken pieces of my broken heart back together? Why this scars were gifted to me to stay with me forever? Why your love is slaying my heart like a blade? Why this river of ruin and sorrowful worries are flowing from my eyes?

-Mr.733

Little things

Little things in life matters a lot, especially when you share special bond with special someone, it's always important to make other person feel loved, it's important to let them know from time to time where they stand in your life, it's always important to look and consider other persons perspective before taking a decision in life.

Everything counts from taking care of each other, supporting each other, to listening to each other, to talking to each other even in absolute silence, to spending quality time with each other...

Because like every other good thing even the bond which you two share will be shaken, will have to stand tall against the test of time, test of patients, test of our faith...

Always be willing to put in effort, show love, show respect, show unconditional affection, selfless care, support.

In the ways no other person in their life ever have, ever could, ever will...

Because know this we won't be here together for long, like the sun which sets over the horizon, like the moon which rises above the sky in the night, or like the mountains which stand tall against the winds.

 Know this we won't be here for long... Stand beside the one who is dear to you, who you love, give them all the time that you can ever have, be it any kind of relationship... significant other, love, family,friend, teacher and always show how much you love them.

life is precious, the person who you love is precious, every moment counts...

and to have some one who genuinely cares for you, love you at your best and most importantly at your worse..its the best things that could ever happen to you.

Treasure them...

Treasure that Person and Treasure all the Moments you have with them always.”

-Mr.733

the 'dream' girl

To the girl, i only meet in my dreams,

hey, love,

last night after being numb for hours, i slept. then happened the best thing of my life, we met in my dreams. everything was so perfect there, you were holding my hands without any fear and i was looking into those deep eyes. it was so easy there. when i told you about my feelings, you reciprocated. though i knew it was a dream, i wanted to believe the obvious lie i was telling myself.

it's been 12 hours since then and i am continuously thinking about that dream. i even tried to sleep in the noon with a hope that you would be there again in my dream, but i couldn't sleep. i even don't know that i should be happy about that dream or not, so i choose to be happy because you told me in the dream that you like me smiling.

all the thinking has led me to wonder that what if that dream comes to be true one day, how would i react then, how would i be able to hold you without the fear of waking up, and would i be able to carry that much happiness? but i wish you to be mine, i want to be conscious enough while holding you in my arms, and i want to feel that touch, and to get your fragrance. 

will you be mine?

yours,

if not anything, then an idiot.

(Being a human - there's no limitations for imaginations)

-Mr.733 (#story_teller_sky)

CICATRIX

When you came in my life 

I used to be a broken mess

Pieces of my shattered heart 

Were scattered everywhere

Slowly as the time passed by 

You picked up those pieces 

And built my heart 

As good as new 

But it wasn't though 

It was scarred 

Reminding me of my past 

And the pain I had endured

As we got deeper 

Into the forest of love 

You gave me your heart 

And promised to take care of mine 

I trusted you 

I believed n you 

But then the day came 

Which I dreaded the most

You became careless with my heart 

And soon broke it apart 

Along with the trust 

And the faith that I had in you 

Then like the rest 

You walked away

Like you never cared 

And all I could do was let you go 

With each step you took 

To walked away from me 

You stomped on the heart ,

That you once claimed to be in love with,

Thus marking it with new scars .

Which bled your name 

And through those cracks 

Seeped hope that you will 

One day return 

And correct your mistakes.

But it never happened 

And my heart lost its will to beat 

No one was there to hold me 

Or tell me that it will be alright

The scars which were just on my heart 

Now marked my mind and soul as well 

Which bled loneliness and sorrow 

And which screamed out in pain

-Mr.733(#story_teller_sky)

DOOMED

How can I redeem myself 

For all the mistakes that I've made 

While trying to do the right thing 

For all those choices that i made 

which were doomed from the beginning 

For the million ways I've hurt you 

Without meaning too 

For breaking you apart 

When all you ever did 

Was love me 

For who I was 

And who i could be 

You saw the real me 

Beneath all those barriers I had put up 

And yet I pushed you away 

Maybe I was scared 

That you will 

Like others 

Leave me alone ,

But all you wanted 

Was to stay 

And take care

Of my broken heart

Take care of me 

Forgive me for the horrible things that i did and said;

For pushing you away 

And for giving up on you 

But unlike me 

Even after everything

I made you go through 

And all the hateful things I said you never gave up one 

You always wanted to stay 

But i kept pushing you away 

Each time you came a little close

Close enough to see all my wounds 

And all those scars 

Which tells tho story of my past 

I pushed you away to the point

From where there was no return 

Now you don't care 

You have moved on 

And I am left with nothing 

No one to talk 

Or share my feelings with 

Things turned down 

And i am the reason why everything I had slipped away 

From my very own hands...(to be continued)