Constellation Of Bleeding Ink

By Writerstolli

Every writer and reader perceive the emotions of the Bleeding Ink. And it is this Bleeding Ink that gives us the passion for writing. This anthology as the name implies put forth the heart of writers that bleed about passion for writing.

Whether you’re a fiction writer, nonfiction writer, or poet, these inspirational quotes on writing will put the pen back in your hand with renewed passion.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Writerstolli
• Release date: Nov 5, 2018
• ISBN: 9780463052143

Writerstolli

We provide a platform for all the emerging authors to get acknowledged and to fulfil their dream of becoming a seasoned writer. Writerstolli is mirakee's kinsfolk. We enkindled Writerstolli to inspire, motivate and discover new writers and challenge them with distinctive poetry forms.

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Introduction

We know to build our own path. The path, where our thoughts keep flowing in us, the thoughts of our pain and happiness. The thought where we can create a story of it."

- Writerstolli

A man/woman of letters writes a poem to retain memories of good, bad, not so good, okay moments. This is where the beauty lays, the beauty of any poetry or story. Some authors just write for themselves and some for their beloved and some for the world at large. We don't read and write a verse because it's dainty. As Tom Schulman says we read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion.

This anthology has been named Constellation of Bleeding Ink to celebrate the power of art and the passion of writing. The theme silver lining only adds icing to the cake. Writing has been there since millennia. Expressing oneself has always been a difficult task especially if one is introverted. Writing as the means of expression provides the best platform for budding artists. Writing needs paramount dedication and passion. The editors of this anthology wish to present the representative works of diverse writers who started writing in the pursuit of meaning to life that drained to words during their emotional trauma and time-sake leisure.

This eBook will comprise of poetry and short stories to enthuse readers to a whole new elevation. It explains poetry by theme which focuses on the creation of a beautiful work that spreads positivity to readers. A brainwave to the promising writers. This world needs new talent to upsurge so that we all can be a part of something wonderful.

''Unknown into the territory of verse.

Bleeding ink was silver lining curse.

Unknown stars scattered all over the galaxy.

Passion to shine together led us to form writerstolli.

Which became the Holy Ark

That beautifully floats on the poetry river with a spark

By and by let that reach to paranaus

To rule muse world with grace beauteous.''

-Writerstolli

TABLE OF CONTENTS

ABOUT THE BOOK

DEDICATION

ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

INTRODUCTION

CO-AUTHORS

DANNY AGERA

JENIYAN HERBERT

SMITHA VAIDEESWARAN

SCARLET ALICE

SRIVIDYA GIRI

AASHEER

JAMAL MARTIN

SILVYA

NIRUPAMA JAYARAM

PHALGUNI JAGADEESH

RUDANTIKA

ANUJ SNGH

ANGEL FIZZ

SINDHUJA SELVAKUMAR

KAKOLI DEBNATH

AMIRTA GUHA

SARIKA DSOUZA

CHETNA TYAGI

BHAWNA PANWAR

SEEMA S SIDDHARTH

JEREMY L RICHARD

SHIVANGI SRIVASTAVA

SHARMIKA MUNGOLE

RENAY APPLEBY

MOHAMMED AWAL M

PUJA SHAW

ANSHIKA

MEERA JAYANT MUNDLE

SHREEJA SRINIVAS BITLA

SHIFA KHAN

AMI KACHHI

AASHNA

GAURI NAIK

BIRAJ VALIA

SANITA CHETTRI

ANITHA S

AARZU MEMON

BHAVVISHYYA MANDALAPU

DHRUVI AGRAWAL

LOPI REBI KOJUM

MUTHUPARAMANATHI V

AAFIYA SIDDIQUI

RACHIKA ASH

PRACHI GOENKA

ANJALI VIJAY PANCHAL

JINISHA BHATT

SANJANA R

ANJANA SUBRAMONIAM

DHANU PRIYA

SHRUTI TIWARI

BRADLEY DALI

GURPREET DHARIWAL

SAMIKSHYA PATTANAIK

SRI SRAVYA VEMPATI

JAGRITI JAIN

DARRIAN LYNX

COLLABORATIVE WRITING

THANKING NOTE

Danny Agera

Hi,hello, Namaste, I am Danny , a crazy writer from Mumbai. A cute self praising introduction is always necessary; at least to have your write ups to be read. And hence, my emotional story begins, jab main chota bacha tha badi shararat karta tha aur meri chori pakdi jaati (when I was a little kid, I used to be mischievous but every time was caught red-handed). Opps sorry, but this didn’t happen. A cute simple innocent boy with no thoughts and future sight went on with the flow, day by day, night by night.

Known to the unknown and unknown to the know. Mysterious always, walking all alone. Where all this started, where all this will go. An Extrovert shy or an Introvert yoyo. Happiness, love, Family and Friends. Life has seen ups and downs and amends. Pain, sorrow, scar. Faults are in my star. Writing and writing things that I, myself never understood.

The journey began when it was just a letter.

Leading the way to a cosmos of verses thereafter.

Beyond the cosmos of my blissful living.

Altar ego had its own feeling.

Fragmented ideas flowing through the bleeding ink.

Miraculous incarnation for soul to sink.

Sprightly impelling to precinct of pages.

For inkling to let out of their cages.

Enrobed lines after lines with words of living.

Beyond the burning thirst of my being.

Giving my thoughts an incredible shape.

Growing grasses of verse in the plain landscape.

Dark night bleeding ink and blank pages like dove.

Passion for writing, and then I fell in love

©danny_a

Bleeding ink, blotting all over the pages.

Life has been black and white, since ages.

With the dark shadow of past, haunting.

Emotions are now, Word by word expressing.

Bleeding ink is bleeding from the core of its heart.

Pain feels the chapters and verses, each and every part.

Feelings that had been hidden since aeon

Is now searching for words to heal all the scars that was gone.

Bleeding ink started raining all the emotion.

The fragile heart, mastered the magic of interpretation.

World bloomed within me, when I picked up my quill.

Bleeding ink and blank pages, scribbling still.

©danny_a

For me hell doesn't exist till I live in heaven.

The day I will see my ashes, hell will be my living.

There will be no angels to sing melody song.

Only thunders of terrifying past.

Drizzling rain was burning drops.

Shallow ocean of frozen thoughts.

Ask my name to the broken glass.

Conquered storms, with crying heart.

Wandering in the shades of black.

Faded away into bitter night,

Exasperated with my own being.

Snuggled to the zephyr of loneliness.

Drowning self in infinity of sadness.

Hunted down my soul from six feet under,

Tender touch of verses remained immortal.

Bleeding ink, like silver lining kissed my grave.

Canvas of an art, written in the paradise.

Bleeding ink incarnated the ipseity

©danny_a

Jeniayn Herbert

Instagram: Jeniayn

Mirakee: Jeniayn

Thank you for welcoming me to this anthology filled with so many beautiful writers. It is truly an honour. I’m Jeniayn from Buffalo, New York and Miami, Florida in the United States of America. Poetry has been an inspiring grace to my life filling my soul with joy, peace and love. In addition to words healing my soul, poetry has also opened my heart to many inspiring and