Dying In Living

By Tomic Riter

DYING IN LIVING - A book of poems. Semi-autobiographical in nature. Written in free verse style.

It began in 2016 when I had left my stupid desk job. This book is a result of writing poems for almost 3.5 years during which time I kept changing my job and I kept getting pushed out of one city and into another. In this collection of 50 poems, I have tried to put down as honestly as I could what I saw or heard or felt or experienced as my life went on and things kept happening. From the shock of a new city to falling drunk in love, from spending days alone looking at the walls to hours of contemplation on a meaningless, absurd life, from moments full of rage to moments of utter tranquility under a caring sun, this book has all that and much more. Pardon my use of explicit language at places. I simply cannot live without using it!

Here are few titles of the poems contained in the book :-

Poem 3 - Drinking while you going away
Poem 9 - Time flies slowly
Poem 15 - No other way
Poem 23 - For a chilled beer
Poem 38 - Always, somewhere
Poem 43 - A dead man's room
Poem 48 - From an old hole that still echoes

With these words, I give to you my maiden work. - Tomic Riter

• Language: English
• Publisher: Tomic Riter
• Release date: Jun 12, 2020
• ISBN: 9780463061695

Tomic Riter

Tomic Riter is a writer by passion. His writing journey began in 2016 after he kicked away his boring desk job.He has found immense inspiration in the works of Albert Camus, Fyodor Dostoevsky, Charles Bukowski, Franz Kafka, Henry Miller, Celine, and Samuel Beckett. The absurd intrigues him.He loves to write poems on everyday life. He has penned around 600 poems in the last three years based largely on his own life experiences. He sometimes likes to rhyme!His first poetry e-book Dying in Living is releasing on Amazon Kindle store on 6th June, 2020 and on Smashwords on 12th June, 2020.He loves music. Often he is found with his earphones on. He aspires to direct a film someday.

Book preview

1. Where has all the coldness gone?

The bulb is glowing and glowing too bright.

A fresh summer is knocking the feeble winter

out of everybody living here.

A winter gone, its cold tail running out of my home,

out of my city, out of my life.

The insects are fucking again.

Fucking here and fucking there.

Put your ears to any wall, any bush,

any lump of moist ground

and you can hear them dying

maniacally with orgasm.

On my radio is a new singer, his voice heftier

than a loaded truck.

Like an old black mongrel he is growling,

eroding my timeline.

He is singing about having good times.

He sounds really excited about something.

He is heavy, very heavy,

heavy yet fast on the beats

like a horse rider who has now learnt

to win his races. Failure to him is useless.

His raspy voice can open any ears.

How can one not dance on this song!

Even the deeply dead ones would want to join.

I am twisting in delight.

I am waving my boneless hands.

I am lifting my ass off my chair

while a lone lizard on my wall walks on.

2. What have I got

These days

my days

They make me think what I have really got.

This is what I have really got -

I have got a heart that sometimes beats madly

and eyes that carry the days’ dust into my nights.

I have got beautiful windows forever closed

and a door that nobody cares to knock.

I have got a sun that I am now tired

of waking up to

and a life that gives me no sign of