Haiku

For my Creative Writing Paper, we had to write two haiku's. One on "metal" and the other on "sunset" After the paper was over, I realised I was supposed to write on "metal" in the musical sense, but oh well. Here are the haikus I wrote.

Bangles & Sound
Cold metal on her skin
speaks volumes
Jangling her exuberance
and her pain.

Sunset on the Floor
An orange sari drapes
my bare windows
Washing the floor in
eternal sunset.

The Adventures of Little Ms Pout - A Prologue

Ive always been fascinated by children's literature, and have never had many problems devouring it. Recently, I started working on a children's book of my own. Here it goes.

Prologue

It all begins, as it should, with a little house covered in ivy. There was a little pale green door with a shiny brass knocker and polka dot curtains at the windows. When it snowed, the top of the house was covered in soft white frosting, and it looked like it was a house right out of Candy Land.

The dear little house belonged to little Ms Pout. Ms Pout was a dainty little lady with soft brown curls, a sunny smile and a nose she hated but which fit her face just right. Her forehead scrunched up into little criss-crosses when she was tired and her face beamed bright and shiny in the presence of happy things.

Now, Ive probably made you all believe that little Ms Pout is perfect. And oh no, she’s not! Ms Pout makes mistakes just like the rest of us. She forgets to feed her dogs sometimes. And sometimes she’s forgotten she’s already fed them, and she feeds them again! She’s prone to burning batches and batches of cookies, she’s broken her sister’s umbrella more than once and so it goes. But there was something about little Ms Pout that wasn’t quite like the rest of us.

I know Ms Pout, you see. Ive sat in her dear little house and we’ve had long talks over cookies and tea. The things Ive seen and heard with little Ms Pout, made my eyes get rounder and rounder, and larger and larger. I asked her if I could share her magical worlds and stories with people, and with her apple-like cheeks getting a little pink, she said “Yes”. And so, here it is. One of the many adventures of little Ms Pout.

That's all I have so far, Im still in the process of sketching her out. She's based on my original Ms Pout.

Mappings Meets His Professional Self

People possess different selves. A witty self, a despondent self. A self that mocks, a self that appreciates. A personal self, a professional self. When Mappings was born in 2006, he also gave birth to my personal selves, raw and revealed. My pain, my passion. Or better said, in the words of Vikram Seth, he gave birth to "my pulse, my vagrant selves, my poetry"

Three years have passed since the birth of Mappings, and while he grows stronger and braver, he also learns to be acquainted with another self, which has recently been born - his professional self. Mappings must learn to support himself in a world hat steadily grows harsher and more competitive, and this is his first step. While his personal self is devoted solely to virgin and naked thoughts, his professional self is devoted to showcasing his work, his art, his opinions, his politics, his bread. From 9 to 5, Mappings will don a suit and be a brave, bright soldier on his working way.

Good luck, my Mappings.