The tell-tale story I heard
was something unheard
a fictitious imagination
an irrelevant construction
which intends to take one far
but leaves one at the door ajar
stand we there in aghast
with our eyes firmly cast
not in a way down as thought
but high up in a sort
unbelievable we gape
incredible we exclaim
yet the tell- tale goes
in uninterrupted flows
we forget who we are
we grope in the dark
we loom there large
then spring up like a lark
run away in a barge
ahead from the glare
all the way from the stare
a right path to the realm of reality
greatly into the world of veracity.
imagination, gape, ajar, far,
Tag: fiction
The Story Of Fiction.
The story is woven
with the heart and soul
the thoughts head to a clash
deliberations slow down
the plot gradually unravels.
Not with any prescription
nor with any plan
the fiction develops
with anecdotes small and big
spice up the tell.
The delineation of characters
the insight into their characteristics
the spin and the turn almost uncertain
the novel opens up in strength
a surprise to the writer hitherto.
The storyteller himself not knows
what is going to happen
as the feel get him in fits and start
up he goes through the heights
across he beholds a sight delicious.
That is how the fiction is written
the apprehensions and descriptions
fuse together in a whole
arise they an enthusiasm in all
the tale finally is accomplished.
The Publishing Activity
Publishing becomes serious
With a blog there is a reach
little over that it becomes a breach
getting verses in print
looks like a great stint
yet poets want to go across
irrespective of the toss
which might bring a repute
though there is a dispute
that fiction receives a welcome
poems bring no income
poetry still remains for a few
lighting up those who love it true
the publishing takes different forms
that of self and recognised norms
while the queue to get published is long
opting for self publishing becomes strong
with the money to invest possible
nothing goes on in this world as impossible.

