The Year That Was
Yesterday I learnt a new word Cockaigne which means an imaginary land of luxury and idleness, that’s what Medium has been for me.
It’s been an year since this place has been a home for me, a place where I can walk in and write anything in the name of poetry. Most of the time it’s a rant or that scribbling which I know I can’t keep aside. I love to find myself in your stories too dear writers and the many poems which you all scatter like stars.
The fifth edition of the Literary Impulse Magazine is live on the website.
Edition V | July 2020 | Literary Impulse
These are strange times to be alive in, like every other time. Solitude is a precarious privilege, to live with the…
and the friday edition is live on the medium page of Literary Impulse.
The illustration above depicts my life this is where I hide when I need to ignore the chores looking back, I pick a book and read or I write here or elsewhere.
Thanks for the love for my words and for your kind words which you leave after my stories and ramblings.
It’s always a happiness to know my words brightened someone’s else sky.
I will be here and losing myself in words
thanks for being with me and for the love.