tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20329230782164069192024-03-13T12:30:17.574-07:00notyet100hubplace for creativity at its best,...notyet100http://www.blogger.com/profile/12079779480407514805noreply@blogger.comBlogger227125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2032923078216406919.post-25904320621227256492019-08-02T08:30:00.000-07:002019-08-02T08:30:00.404-07:00on unfinished books some times i am not able to finish a book and i feel its perfectly normal to drop them back to the library maybe the story is not for us maybe its better like that .<br />
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notyet100http://www.blogger.com/profile/12079779480407514805noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2032923078216406919.post-8153056239540407372019-07-31T17:51:00.000-07:002019-07-31T17:51:10.537-07:00my new love calligraphy this was on my wish list since long and i believe in ticking my things to do list<br />
so since past few days this is keeping me busy<br />
i am using procreate app and writing sheets to practice<br />
can't wait to explore more ideas and illustrations soon<br />
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<br />notyet100http://www.blogger.com/profile/12079779480407514805noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2032923078216406919.post-61524556772322184902019-07-30T18:29:00.001-07:002019-07-30T18:29:56.472-07:00why i loved the wife between ussince past few days i was doing slow reading the reason can be the books i was reading non fiction prose and other short stories i found this book looking back in the library and the comparison with gone girl was the reason why i picked this book and when i started reading had to finish it to get rid of the many clouds perfect when you are travelling nd you have few hours by your side to indulge in this book and yes i loved the characters nellie and vanessanotyet100http://www.blogger.com/profile/12079779480407514805noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2032923078216406919.post-60450642468614384902019-07-29T17:58:00.001-07:002019-07-29T17:58:25.839-07:00the books i am loving right now the books with i feel i will remember<br />
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- new american stories<br />
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language is a drug, but a short story cannot be smoked.you can't inject it.stories don't come bottled as a cream. all these words on the cover were enough to ask me pull this book out from the shelf.<br />
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- the penguin book of the contemporary british short stories<br />
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i love books with yellow cover but that's not the reason i picked this book i could see the name of the authors flashing back neil gaiman, ali smith and few more who i know through their words.notyet100http://www.blogger.com/profile/12079779480407514805noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2032923078216406919.post-2741223849937548442019-07-25T20:10:00.000-07:002019-07-25T20:10:02.151-07:00decluttering mind or home what's more important?sometimes I feel I get too lost in art and words i don't know if its good or bad but i do feel because of this i ignore my own home i don't remember where i have left what so these few months before i will be picking one room and organising it in other words declutter it<br />
i have been reading few books i will be listing them here soon<br />
<br />notyet100http://www.blogger.com/profile/12079779480407514805noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2032923078216406919.post-26207263670090377472019-03-14T18:44:00.000-07:002019-03-14T18:44:54.494-07:00book i loved the wisdom of Rilkemy first introduction with Rilke was through the bookt <b>letters to a young poet</b> his book taught me a lot about poets life and philosophy for now its <b>the wisdom of rilke </b>which is on my bedside table some of few topics which i loved in this book is his insight on art language nd love.<div>
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in what soil of misery we poet moles are digging around, never sure where we will push up and who might devour us at that very spot where we stick our dusty nose out of the soil.</div>
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art presents itself asa way of life, not unlike religion, science and socialism. it differs from these other modes of understanding only in that it is not a product of its time and appears, as it were, as the worldview of the ultimate goal.</div>
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there is no force in the world but love, and when you carry it within you, if you simply have it, even if you remain baffled as to how to use it, it will work its radiant effect and help you out of and beyond yourself one must never lose this belief , one must simply (and if it were nothing else}endure in it.</div>
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notyet100http://www.blogger.com/profile/12079779480407514805noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2032923078216406919.post-20598814039473475732019-03-13T20:12:00.000-07:002019-03-13T20:12:21.895-07:00book review - my friend my enemy - Ismat ChughtaiThis book on non fiction by <b>Ismat Chughtai </b>has many windows about the life which I have not seen. I specially loved the essay on <b>Manto</b> by her in which she painted about his life in a tragic way.<br />
the essay my friend my enemy show two sides of her life while one part talk about her good heart the other part talks what she couldn't understand in manto<br />
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some of my favourite quotes.<br />
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"will god break this brass shell one day and come out."<br />
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"now it doesn't matter if the world refers to the heroine of contemporary literature as immodest or repugnant because our times have allocated the status of a heroine to her.She is the brick formed as a result of history's upheavals, a brick that has found its place in the construction design."<br />
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"literature and life, literature and society, and literature and history go hand in hand. If any of these is separated from the other it will be destroyed altogether. In other words, a vacuum will be created is literature is cut off from life and the hero is separated from the heroine.notyet100http://www.blogger.com/profile/12079779480407514805noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2032923078216406919.post-69009128465193874842018-05-13T21:24:00.000-07:002018-05-13T21:24:38.096-07:00book i loved - Ophelias Musein todays post I will be writing about the book Ophelias Muse <br />
the book starts like a painting itself and I picked it up because the story had refrence of Dante the poet and his muse if you love reading historic fiction pick this book for a story which will take you closer to few paintings and some poems of dante too <br />
must read when you have too much time to slowly soak the magic notyet100http://www.blogger.com/profile/12079779480407514805noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2032923078216406919.post-47468676986840391222018-05-09T20:30:00.000-07:002018-05-09T20:43:48.833-07:00the balcony Most of the time I pick books which tell me more about the icy where I was once most of the time its those places which call me back to visit through words again and again <br />
Balcony is one such books the stories are not pleasant ones the characters have too many layers wih each story you come to know more about the character reading this book is like peeling raw onion <br />
Loved it \.<br />
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notyet100http://www.blogger.com/profile/12079779480407514805noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2032923078216406919.post-51802064668731875432017-09-21T20:38:00.000-07:002017-09-21T20:38:28.416-07:00solitude - micropoetrySolitude doesn't mean <br />
Being alone and lost <br />
Solitude means <br />
Opening the door <br />
Of your mind.<br />
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@notyet100notyet100http://www.blogger.com/profile/12079779480407514805noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2032923078216406919.post-5189315099967276902017-08-16T18:48:00.000-07:002017-08-16T19:09:10.904-07:00notes on french - how to write date <br />
when I started my journey with French I dint knew there would be so many rules so I will be updating this place with few rules so that I don't forget while saying j'aime francais it may mean I love a French so instead of this its j'aime la Langue francaise same way j'aime la cuisine franchise.<br />
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- while saying silvousplait don't stretch on vous it can be rude<br />
- while saying merci R is supposed to be muted <br />
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au revoir <br />
aujourd'hui <br />
c'est le jeudi 17 aout 2015<br />
Dix Sept aout deux mille quinzenotyet100http://www.blogger.com/profile/12079779480407514805noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2032923078216406919.post-33434990172792975302017-08-14T18:52:00.000-07:002017-08-14T18:52:08.195-07:00in love with book - i will see you in paris <br />
so there's a book which has captivated me there's a story within the story the characters are speaking to me and I am enthralled not always there's a book which takes me somewhere like dropping crumbs and I like a hungry pigeon eating the crumbs the book is still there half read on the table maybe I will finish it in a day or two and forget about it but a part of it will stay with me forever ad change me just like you feel after reading a good poem the book is I will see you in paris and for now I am in love with it notyet100http://www.blogger.com/profile/12079779480407514805noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2032923078216406919.post-50027687935199185712017-08-13T01:38:00.000-07:002017-08-13T01:38:15.473-07:00i don't know - prose I still don't know when I read about Rumi I think it was accidental just the way I found my way through blogosphere and I was struck by his words but I never knew one day I myself would be searching my own way out of words <br />
I don't know how or why words why this urge to write it all on pages knowing one day I myself will be dust all I know maybe one day I will be free maybe one day I wont be trapped trying always a way to speak <br />
I don't know where these words will reach what will be the fate but as a poet that's not my job I am meant to hold the pen not wait and watch <br />
I don't know why this fear why the inhibition why we are scared to hold it all why we need to write why poems one by one ..<br />
I don't know,notyet100http://www.blogger.com/profile/12079779480407514805noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2032923078216406919.post-55914782366110676652017-08-12T19:35:00.000-07:002017-08-16T18:33:31.875-07:00book i loved - an unfinished song 1- a lamp is lit in woman's eye.\,<br />
that souls else lost on earth <br />
remember angels by .<br />
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2 - we, are we not as notes of music are <br />
to one another though dissimilar <br />
such difference without discord as can make <br />
those sweetest sounds in which all spirits shake <br />
as trembling leaves in a continuous air?<br />
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few poems from the book An unfinished song which is translation of Swarnakumari Debi Ghosal's Bengali novel Kahake pulished in 1898 " to whom " or an indian love story .<br />
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when I picked this book from the library I thought its a poem book but I was wrong its a story book written by sister of Rabndranath Tagore, so yes it does give a peek of woman during that time what enthralled me was the voice and the beauty of that time captured elegantly I will be looking for more books by the same author read this book to know india which we will never see.<br />
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notyet100http://www.blogger.com/profile/12079779480407514805noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2032923078216406919.post-523421780986251022017-08-12T19:14:00.001-07:002017-08-16T18:36:55.376-07:00notes after reading elif shafaq - three daughters of eve how do you feel when you pick a book thinking it will transform you take you somewhere else maybe I got to know more about Istanbul culture and the way woman are brought up but later the story drifts the books drifts between present and past the tales weaved in oxford university and the character of professor Azur was something which I couldn't relate so this one is not a soft book which will stay with this book yes is a page turner but somehow the ending deceived me .<br />
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my notes after reading - THREE DAUGHTERS OF EVE <br />
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Full of letters pictures <br />
Like a cracked mirror <br />
And I held it <br />
Tried my best to <br />
Put the pieces together <br />
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notyet100 <br />
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Musing which I felt while turning pages of book " letters home " by Sylvia Plath notyet100http://www.blogger.com/profile/12079779480407514805noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2032923078216406919.post-59724611074434055832016-11-13T20:59:00.000-08:002016-11-13T21:18:46.529-08:00silent rain and the beauty of it - poetry silent rain <br />
and the boxed up feelings <br />
slowly spilling on paper..<br />
silent rain <br />
and wildflowers<br />
bloomed yet again..<br />
Silent rain<br />
And my solitude <br />
Speaking again to me <br />
Silent rain <br />
And the cemetery <br />
Still hides secrets <br />
Deep within <br />
By <br />
notyet100<br />
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<br />notyet100http://www.blogger.com/profile/12079779480407514805noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2032923078216406919.post-33648926123209870912016-08-18T22:07:00.001-07:002016-08-21T19:09:26.783-07:00we all are one - poetry We all are one <br />
If only you could <br />
See the world as one <br />
Instead of different part<br />
We all are united <br />
Its the same moon and stars <br />
Lets write peace <br />
And heal crack <br />
Of the world <br />
Lets be poet for peace <br />
And show we are together <br />
Let poetry heals <br />
Our heart <br />
Let spread just <br />
Peace and love,..<br />
By <br />
notyet100<br />
poetforpeace<br />
(please note - I give permission for this to be published in praxis magazine under the project #poetsforpeace )notyet100http://www.blogger.com/profile/12079779480407514805noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2032923078216406919.post-46049854924263462262016-08-18T22:00:00.000-07:002016-08-21T19:11:34.425-07:00we need more - poetry Words home <br />
For poets <br />
Where they weave <br />
Peace and happiness<br />
Instead of soldiers<br />
We need more poets for peace<br />
Instead of cry and scream <br />
We need more poetry <br />
By <br />
notyet100<br />
Poet for peace <br />
(please note - I give permission for this to be published in praxis magazine under the project #poetsforpeace )notyet100http://www.blogger.com/profile/12079779480407514805noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2032923078216406919.post-50719496660982414832016-08-18T21:54:00.000-07:002016-08-21T19:14:45.195-07:00i am human - poetryIf I could restrict <br />
Myself to a single place <br />
To a particular religion '<br />
But no I can't <br />
I am human <br />
The world my home <br />
And I <br />
Poet for peace forever..<br />
By <br />
notyet100<br />
poetforpeace <br />
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(please note - I give permission for this to be published in praxis magazine under the project #poetsforpeace )notyet100http://www.blogger.com/profile/12079779480407514805noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2032923078216406919.post-31926654025160085742016-08-18T21:50:00.001-07:002016-08-18T21:50:17.188-07:00life looked back - poetry I tried to smile <br />
As sunrays danced <br />
On the window<br />
But life looked back <br />
A tear rolled down again ..<br />
By notyet100notyet100http://www.blogger.com/profile/12079779480407514805noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2032923078216406919.post-25346871499525666922016-08-18T21:47:00.000-07:002016-08-21T19:16:47.482-07:00poets warrior with pen - poetry In the world <br />
I see people spreading terror <br />
I see people supporting them <br />
I see people being killed <br />
And I see also <br />
Poets for peace ,,'<br />
By <br />
notyet100<br />
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(please note - I give permission for this to be published in praxis magazine under the project #poetsforpeace )notyet100http://www.blogger.com/profile/12079779480407514805noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2032923078216406919.post-49016306444587575142016-08-18T21:43:00.001-07:002016-08-21T19:27:45.714-07:00i search peace - poetry When I see the world <br />
I feel the burn <br />
I drink deep the pain <br />
And write to stitch stars <br />
I search peace <br />
In my own words..<br />
By <br />
notyet100<br />
poetforpeace <br />
<br />
I give permission for this to be published ..notyet100http://www.blogger.com/profile/12079779480407514805noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2032923078216406919.post-73243417650417455472016-08-18T21:39:00.001-07:002016-08-21T19:33:55.798-07:00i paint dream - poetry When I hear<br />
Chirping of birds <br />
I feel I am somewhere else <br />
But chaos of the world <br />
Hits back I write <br />
Hiding taste of steel<br />
I paint dream <br />
Knowing trapped <br />
It will be in a book <br />
Kept in library ..<br />
By <br />
notyet100<br />
Poet for peace <br />
( I give permission for this to be published )notyet100http://www.blogger.com/profile/12079779480407514805noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2032923078216406919.post-18944704615526181392016-08-18T21:32:00.001-07:002016-08-21T19:37:19.598-07:00i see people - poetry I see people<br />
Wearing drape <br />
Of religion <br />
And saying <br />
Their god is great <br />
But maybe they <br />
Have forgotten <br />
The difference <br />
Between human<br />
And god ,,<br />
To identify human <br />
You don't need a tag <br />
You just need<br />
A pure heart <br />
Which doesn't <br />
Judge others <br />
Based on <br />
Caste creed or race<br />
I see people <br />
But without heart <br />
By <br />
notyet100<br />
poetforpeace <br />
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( I give permission for this to be published )notyet100http://www.blogger.com/profile/12079779480407514805noreply@blogger.com0