“When You Love a Storm” – Debut Book Launch

“When you love storm, remember,
You never lose even though you’re bruised.
You find yourself and your freedom,
and that’s a good thing.”

When You Love a Storm” is the first collection of poems by Anshuman Dash and it tells the story of a man discovering beauty in the transience of love and coming to peace with the idea of letting go.

The book will be launched by the end of August and will be available for free download Here.

If you would like to follow the latest announcements, please follow the Facebook Page Here.

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We Are What We Are (A hitRECord Collaboration)

Hi All,

It’s been a long time since I posted anything. Things have bee crazy, but I think I’ll be updating the blog more often now. In the meantime I stumbled accross hitRECord.org, and I have been addicted! It is a brilliant  collaboration platform for artists. Do check it out.

Since the inception of this blog, I had always wanted to fuse poetry with different art forms, but lacked the essential skills to do that. But now I can, thatnks to the community of incredible artists all over the world.

So, here’s my second collaboration( or REmix, as they are called) on hitRECord,

Nuts to Sense, 50days50styles Challenge – Day 5 (Blitz Poem)

Kick some butt

Kick some nuts

Nuts of steel

Nuts we steal

Steal from stores

Steal some more

More we want

More we need

Need breeds greed

Need will bleed

Bleed with swords

Bleed with words

Words will kill

Words will heal

Heal this world

Heal your will

Will this work?

Will this fail?

Fail yourself

Fail the test

Test your skill

Test your strength

Strength in charachter

Strength of knowledge

Knowledge is Wisdom

Knowledge is power

Power pumps pressure

Power corrupts people

People kill People

People want to rule

Rule like the king

Rule over the wind

Wind will hit you

Wind will knock you down

Down falls the man

Down like the rain

Rain will wash you

Rain will cleanse you

You will then rise

You will be wise

Wise like the owl

Wise with a scowl

Scowl with your brows

Scowl like you mean it

It is getting late

It is making no sense

Sense is gold-plated

Sense is overrated

Overrated…

Gold-plated…

Evolution, 50days50styles Challenge – Day 3 (Alphabet Poetry)

A windy day
Breaks into the
Chest of a
Dying spirit, and
Evolves into a
Firey monster that
Grabs on to the
Helms of his
Insipid dreams and
Jerks him out, and
Knocks him down
Liberating his
Mind which
Now believes
Often, and
Prefers
Questions to the
Right answers
Set by the
Thoughts of his
Unfaltering mind,
Vacillating no more
With doubts
Xeroxed from the
Years of failures
Zipped inside his chest.

The Ghost – NaPoWriMo 2015: Day 23

And then the words

stopped flowing

As the conscious mind

took over the sub-conscious,

Leaving behind

an empty casket

buried in the graveyard

just beyond the wall

that separates

sanity from insanity,

humility from vanity, and

dreams from reality.

In the middle of it all

the headstone stands alone

Singing an elegy

written by a ghost

who vanished in the fog

Leaving behind

bits and pieces of his soul

that no one in this life

will find.