Writer's Block

I did not post for so long coz I was suffering from a bad case of writer's block, mild depression and recurring headaches.(oh wait, i have headaches anyway.) Also, I was trying to write a radio play, you know, something like the Goon Show. In addition to all that, I also had to study for some tests (This doesn't really count, coz i didn't do much)
In the end, as an act of desperation, I read these writing exercises online to get started on something. One of the suggestions was to look at photographs for ideas. And it sort of worked. I mean, just to get you started, not for writing anything good.
P.S. The radio play was a disaster too, but I am still working on it.

Kashmir

I was proud of our art, our poetry, our sculptures and our love.
I said, the beauty of our creation will bring even the old stone gods to tears.
Then they came to me in a dream and took me to a place,
Where the cruel red flowers that belonged in their heaven
Laughed at the blood of people running through pure white soil,
And watched the murder of children with proud indifference.
And when I woke up I was crying.
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I wrote this right after I saw a film on Kashmir. I didn't post it earlier coz my friend wanted me to work more on it, but I can't coz the moment has passed.