Tomic Riter

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  • First poetry e-book DYING IN LIVING releasing on 6th June, 2020. Pre-order available except in India.

    FIRST LOOK OF POETRY BOOK DYING IN LIVING

    Hello everyone!

    I am so so excited to announce that my first poetry E-book ‘DYING IN LIVING’ is releasing world on 6th June, 2020 on Amazon Kindle Store.

    The ebook is available now for pre-order in all the countries except in India.

    Click here to pre-order my e-book.

    Do visit my ebook page on Amazon, read the details and book description and I hope after reading that, you won’t be able to resist yourself from buying!

    Below is a snapshot of the book description on Amazon.

    BOOK DESCRIPTION ON AMAZON

    I hope you do give a read to the book description.

    In any case, I am grateful to you for being here on my website, for connecting with me, for reading my words.

    For that, I thank you from the core of my heart. Take good care of yourself and your people. Stay safe.

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  • Once again through the act.

    The day before yesterday, I started second round of editing of my first book of poems. The first round I finished quite a while ago, like two weeks ago. Yesterday I could read again with a fresh eye and I was actually able to catch some more silly mistakes. So that went well.

    The poems keep growing as of now. Something more keeps getting added. I thought that I would become numb to my own poems on reading them again and again, but that is not happening. Strange. Really.

    Last two days brought a pleasant weather and it is that weather that helped me in going through my poems one more time. I am grateful to the winds for blowing. And of course great music. It is always there for me.

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  • On going back inside that rusted chamber.

    a green piece of island
    in the middle of a brown desert
    a watchtower on the island
    not very high
    its light flickering
    a flickering white light in the middle of a desert
    is it a signal to somebody?
    or is it just faulty?
    it flickers day and night
    is anybody else paying attention to it?
    how would I know
    while it flickers, I watch it
    that is all I do with it
    whatever little life is left in people,
    they are slowly coming back to it
    slowly but coming back
    coming back to it slowly
    I wanted the horrific days to last longer
    going back to life as before
    haunts me to a certain degree
    I walk away from the watchtower
    I think about it
    I imagine it flickering
    I imagine it rotating fast
    I imagine it flying in the air
    and finally bursting to pieces.

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    – tomic riter

  • What a what!

    what a vibrant black evening!
    what a wind!
    what a tree!
    what a clouds in what a sky!
    what a colours orange yellow and blue
    all turning grey
    what a grey sky it will be soon!
    what a white lightning!
    what a kid getting blown away by the wind!
    what a smell of fresh rain
    gone before night
    you are slow, what a slow you are!
    almost disappearing
    I am too, not as much as you
    but I am too
    again, what a wind!
    what a sky without colours!
    what a mute thunderstorm!
    again, what a rain
    and it is falling
    what a murmuring of boring women!
    what a boring play of blabbering kids!
    what a boring crow
    flying back to its tree!
    what a useless me
    watching and hearing all this!

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  • Long road.

    Revisited few of my old poems. Had to do it. It’s a pointless and important task. You might understand it or you will when you reach that point. Lots of shit needs to be written down. I hope one life will be enough, and if not, then what choice do I really have other than to write more shit. I have got a lot inside my head. Being awake is as killing as going to sleep. Sitting in the cool breeze is making my eyes heavy. I could fall asleep right now. Heck, I could die right now, with or without a virus I do not really care.

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  • While the sky blazed

    Wrote few more poems in the last couple of days for my book. It’s going good. Life is not cruel these days since most men are locked inside. Tonight is cool weather and steady winds. I guess I will skip dinner, it slows me down and I am not that hungry. I ate stupid shit all day anyways. A delicious smell just entered my nose, somebody is surely hungry. It has started raining just now. Finally! Great! Great!

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  • Disturbance.

    consumed with severe thoughts -
on the other side of this wall,
a bird humming.

  • What things go on.

    I sit in frustration, watching how things proceed. The inhumanity flowing parallel to humanity. The great killer tide. Longer hours of hunger prevail. Today, I slept to the point of mild nausea. Daytime is demotivating, draining. This place is, once again, a desert. I hardly know, these days, what is going on outside. I go to work and then come back home. It is my only daily adventure. No walks outside. No drinking. Smoking I had quit long ago. This was a good time to start again.

    Few essential shops open for a brief time – 9 in the morning till 12 at noon. Over the past few weeks, timings have been changed multiple times. The people higher up probably do not know what the fuck would be the best time for people to step outside. I guess for the people who are just stupid, no time would be best. For others, yeah, something can be worked out. Often, people from small nearby villages arrive after everything closes down. They remain unaware of the changed timings. Hopelessness smears their weary faces. They go back thinking about I don’t know what dreadful things. Extreme hunger. Death. Some other violence.

    People are losing their minds. Isolating oneself can be toiling. Whatever. Sometimes, what needs to be done must be done without much thinking. It is the best bet.

    Tonight is a dreary windless night. Only pests are roaming freely on our streets. And dogs. And pigs. I have not listened to any song today. Maybe soon I will. Maybe.

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  • A sweet bird brought me terror.

    5:23 in the morning
I wake up with a nightmare
a sweet bird, few inches long, is entering my body through my ear
its sharp beak is digging my ear
it bears an emotionless evil in its eyes
I wake up violently, and sit,
shuddering, looking all around, looking under my pillow
to find out if it is real
it is not
it is not
my ear is intact, eardrum in place, no blood flowing out
a mild relief grips me
no bird, I take a deep breath
a growling hunger fills my stomach with ache
I close my eyes and try to forget. 

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  • Some words from my workplace.

    precious hours go wasted each day
the act of merely sitting in anticipation of work can prove to be cumbersome
doing work is easier, it kills time at least
'It is mandatory to complete your working hours,' we got the direction a week ago
'Fuck that,' to that I said
it is difficult to make grown men understand the new,
effective ways of working faster
I turn off the fan when I feel cold
and then turn it on again when the heat rises
the process repeats multiple times throughout the day
people in useless masks are roaming all around,
their temples, mosques, churches remain closed
they do not know anymore if God is listening to them
I make a joke on the people dying
some laugh while others adjust their masks
outside it is too hot to walk during daytime
nights are cold 
the roads remain largely empty
the shops remain closed, locked behind shutters, eating dust
the fruit sellers are selling half rotten fruits, half rotten vegetables,
anything
every time I take a piss, I think of
going back to my home, sitting in my chair, doing nothing 
and being fine with it.

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