Showing posts with label Poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Poetry. Show all posts

Friday, August 4, 2017

How writing helps in curing depression


Me, I started writing when I was in grade 6. I had so many troubles at home, that I always needed a way out, always looking for a way to escape the horrible tapestries on my bedroom wall and all the things around it. I wanted to change, yet I wanted to stay inside my comfort zone. My parents got divorced when I was a kid, I hated living in a house where you would listen to screams at 3 a.m. in the morning all the way to 7 a.m. in the beginning, it was just me writing concise sentences at the back of my school notebooks and it gradually turned into getting a spare notebook and keeping it with me at all times.
I later found out that there are things called diaries with beautiful covers that you can use to write in, all your thoughts, complaints about the things you don’t have and whining about the things you do have. I asked my mom, who happens to write in Urdu, to buy me one and she did next month. I started writing anything and everything about my life, my thoughts and my life at school and with the relatives at home in that little diary. I’ve been keeping a journal ever since. I have 15 diaries at the moment, and I just turned 26. I intend to get another one soon.
I’ve been fighting depression for as long as I can remember. I started getting migraines when I was 18 and till now, I feel like half of my productivity and creativity died because of the constant pain and agony. My writing habit is what helped me cope with it. I used to worry about the most trivial of things and now, I feel more in control of my life. I compiled all that I have written in a poetic manner and published my first book by the name ‘Psychaotic’. The reason why I’m telling you this is because it was something that I could call my own, something that made me feel like all my diaries are in the book and I can read and learn through my own experiences. I helped countless people fighting depression and bipolar disorder through that. Maybe you can too. Writing isn’t easy. Sometimes the words flow through you, sometimes, they break your back with pain. But when they do come, you can see what you wrote and you can feel it. You can find it in your heart that you need to forgive yourself and know that whatever happened isn’t your fault. The World works in strange ways. You just need to be able to understand and see where it takes you.
Today, when I write, after all that time, I feel a tingle in my hands that tells me that I need to take out my journal and my black pen. I write, for myself and for the people who will read it ages later and I pray and I hope that it makes them feel better. Somehow, someday. If you are fighting depression, I assure you that keeping a journal will make you feel better. You will be able to look at what you’ve been through and make yourself stronger and better. You’ll be able to fight distress and anxiety. I bet those panic and anxiety attacks keep you up at night. That’s okay. I have them too. More often than you think. But my writing habit helps, it really does. You should get a diary too, write the littlest of things that bother you and cram them up in your writing. You’ll feel the difference in your mood, your anxiety and your depression after that.

There is no keeping it inside. You have to channelize it. Best thing is to pour it out on paper. It will change your life, as it changed mine.

Thursday, January 12, 2017

Interview with Dr. Samiha Zubair, Poet, and a doctor.

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  • Tell us about yourself?
I think it's the most difficult question as still, I need to know a lot about myself. I belong to a middle-class family brought up by decent parents and I am great full to them. I completed my primary from Riyadh, Saudi Arabia. At a young age left for Pakistan and completed my Medical training as a doctor.  My first write-up was rather an opinion for how to keep city clean which came out in Dawn's Young World. After that was busy in studies. I started writing again though with fits and starts from 2013
  • Why did you choose to write poetry?
I think it's like poetry chose me, this genre of writing was new for me too and u will be surprised to know that I have lots of books which adorn my shelf and borrowed from friends too but none is the book of poetry. Though if I was reading poetry as part of my grade course I would be mesmerized with words.
  • When did you start working on your book?
I was writing mainly for relaxation just to vent out my feelings but credit for it goes to some of my colleagues who after reading my poems so much liked it that they encouraged me to go for a compilation of my writings and that's how it came in my mind. I submitted poems in two competitions for one I was selected among commendable writers. I then compiled and sent a rough draft around April 2016 and there was no looking back.
  • Who are you currently reading?
I am currently reading the book version of  Miss Peregrine's Home for The Peculiar Children penned by Ransom Riggs. It's a light fantasy read.
  • How do you manage to write with your profession keeping you busy?
I think it's a lot about prioritizing. As my profession takes up a lot of my time. I feel for some poetry is practiced and learned but for me, its borne out of situations I see, feel or experience so I cannot particularly slot time that this time is for writing poetry. It depends on my mood.
  • Tell us about your upcoming book?
My upcoming book is Reneging Quiescence, the concoction of different experiences and common message in one way or other and that is a refusal to be silenced by wrong things. Sometimes we are aggressive in certain situations to criticize but where we can really help we just turn a blind eye.
  • What are your plans for this book?
I hope this book is able to reach out to maximum readers out there and also help those who are not voracious readers but can read it to get an inspiration. It will be released on Amazon first and then as a paperback.
  • Why do you think the culture of book reading declining in Pakistan?
There are obvious reasons like education being too much expensive so increase in illiteracy, from childhood not encouraged to read books, different aspects of social media like the net ,- television to keep families occupied so no one interested. Books fairs are being arranged in Karachi where a lot of old books exchanged but usually fewer crowds are willing to stand beneath the sun to buy books.
  • Do you prefer Ebook or Paperback?
For me, the magic of Paper book cannot be compared with an Ebook ever. At Least for now and maybe in the future. Sitting on the computer for a long time is also damaging for eyes, your posture also.
  • As a writer and a poet, what is your message to the world?
My message to the world is happy it's your right as long as it doesn't hurt anyone. Don't stop dreaming. Be good where everywhere there seems to be so much rush its like time has bought us.
N remember as I said before AS WE LABEL THE SKY SO WE SET ITS LIMITS.
I want to thank Irum CEO of the publishing house and an  author in her write for asking me for her blog interview.
You can buy her book by placing an order here: beyondsanitybooks@gmail.com
Know more about her Here.

Saturday, April 9, 2016

NaSCon 2016 - Bringing Students Together

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NaSCon is one of the biggest events  organised by FAST National University Islamabad that invites students from all across Pakistan to compete in extraordinary activities. This year, NaSCon is expecting an audience of over 3000 to participate in 50 different competitions relates to business, technology and engineering.
This year, NaSCon has invited me to be a speaker and Judge at their poetry competition.I think  that it is a great chance for students to present their ideas and their love for extra curricular activities.
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Here are the details:
“Takhaeyul ki Uraan - Flight of Fancy” is a poetry writing competition for registered students of colleges and universities all over Pakistan! Its the second time this competition is being held in FAST-NU Islamabad’s NaSCon! So join us and show us your skills in writing Poems and Ghazals!
Rules and Regulations:
• You can write either in Urdu or English
• There shall be a winner for English and one for Urdu.
• There will be only 1 round of 120 minutes. No extra time will be given.
• Your poem/ghazal must not be any more than 30 verses!
• The required stationery will be provided to the participants.
• The participants will be given a scenario, or a theme to write on.
• The participants will be awarded points based on relevance to the theme, style of delivery, poem structure and uniqueness of their material.

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For detail and further information contact :
Gulraiz Niazi : 03055121719
Venue: A.K. Brohi Road H-11 Islamabad

Monday, November 23, 2015

Better Human-Sara Samin

Here is what inspires us to be better humans:
 
'I smelled a flower today' is a poem where the inspiration of it came from reading another poem 'Nano'. Nano talked about American warriors surviving war and going through PTSD, mostly people who operate drones. Recently, an idea of using animals as drones has been floated by the US government, since they already have the flying mechanism and only needs to be equiped with the rest of the machinery.

Being an animal lover, and a peace loving resident of this world, I defy war, war related inventions and most of all, exploitation when it comes to animals, humans and everyone who cannot speak for themselves. I wrote this poem as an answer to that poem and with the idea that nature needs to trust one of its own. Humans have to stop turning nature against itself.
 
I smelled a flower today
Its petals drenched with the drizzle
Yet the scent unperturbed, condensed;
Even warm in the creases at night fall,
Its warmth transcending into my nerves – life
Beneath the solitary blue sky,
Grey and dark its hold
 And hushing the remnants of smells,
In the cold silence
The flower – my last ray of hope
In the dead,
Beneath smoke ridden sky,
With ashes clung in the falling droplets
Among heaps of dirt,
Into puddles of broken earth
I smelled the flower,
In a hurry to fill my nerves,
With a mystic tranquility and peace,
Or before a fruit shares its womb
I smelled amidst the metallic buzzing of a nearby wasp,
as it turns against the orchard,
With the wings of a rocket,
And the shells of a drone
I smelled before the falling petals color the puddles,
Dark and grim,
I smelled the flower
When it could.
cidrah
Sara Samin for Beyond Sanity Publishing

Wednesday, November 11, 2015

Giveaway Alert!

Here is your chance to get Goodreads Poetry Semi Finalist book "Psychaotic'


A divine combination of Gothic and free verse Poetry and passages.
Here is what you have to do!

 
Vote for the Book on Goodreads Poetry section, and inbox the author with your email address!


You'll get an ebook in your email ASAP!


AAAAANNNNDD! If you win the giveaway, You'll ge

1. A signed Copy of Psychaotic
2. Beautiful Hand made Bookmark
3. A beautiful Keychain


Here is the giveaway link:

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/23678552-psychaotic

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Sunday, October 18, 2015

The Air Within Us

'You remind me of an art form I saw a few years ago.'

'What was it about?'

'It was about an old passenger walking in the middle of the forest. He would start singing random words and throw stones at the trees after every 5 to 10 seconds. The way he walked, it seemed as if the air around him carried him and the earth below him held him straight. He was walking on the support of the air and the earth while the fire and water within him moved in their places. All these elements. All his being. Sang the words eternity longs to hear. "Hello death, I welcome you in my kingdom. Life is my home. What would you like to have? I have all 4 elements in me."

#TheAirWithinUs , #invictus
Copyright @Irum Zahra 2015

Monday, July 6, 2015

Review Of Psychaotic By Laraib Hassan


Psychaotic is a collection of beautiful Gothic poetry, this book engraves all those feelings which every person feels in their life one day or another. Each and every poem truly touches the soul. The poet describes so many feelings, events and problems a person faces in the most perfect words. It couldn't be better. Although each and every poem of this book gave me shivers made me happy and sad at times.
But the poem "Sea of Life", This one won my heart.
...For you have lived many storms before
run or crawl and find the sea
dive in the pleasure
let it set you free.
-Sea of Life


Tuesday, June 23, 2015

Mirrored Voices: Best Contemporary Poets

I'm very Happy and Honored to announce that the third installment of the Poetry Anthology Series, ‪‎Mirrored Voices:
Mirrored Voices: Best Contemporary Poets
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‬ is Published! It has writers and Poets featured from around the globe.
I am lucky and honored to be in it as well.
I have 4 books on my credit now. Congratulations to all the authors who are featured in this literary history making event.
This combined poetic anthology embraces free thinking of the untapped mind and spirit. The vast array of best contemporary poets from around the globe share their voices together in harmony. Various styles and thoughts flourish amongst the pages, bringing emotions to life and creating beauty from nothingness. The writers included in this collection have been selectively chosen to represent the best modern talent of the age. The list of extraordinary poets featured within include such great talent as:
Paul Morabito, Aric Cushing, Jason P. Hein, Laura Madeline Wiseman, Regina Puckett, Laura Crean, R.M Romarney, Clarissa Simmens, Mark Green, Irum Zahra, Laura A. Lord, Regis McCafferty, Roberto Carlos Martinez, Linda Dobinson, Robert G. Brown, Carolyn O'Connell, Sherry Rentschler, Ben Ditmars, Christopher Meesto Erato, Jill Roberts, Dr. Leesa Abbott, Nichia Morales, Andrea McKenzie Raine, Koyel Mitra, Helle Gade, Terri Cannon, Jerome Michael Bailey, Harika Kottakota, Hafsa Idrees and Kristy Rulebreaker.
Here is the Amazon Link:
http://www.amazon.com/Mirrored-Voices-Best-Contemporary-Poetry/dp/1514323966/ref=sr_1_4?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1435018247&sr=1-4&keywords=paul+morabito

Sunday, June 14, 2015

Review Of Psychaotic By Jey


Jey rated it 5 of 5 stars

I try to keep a safe distance from books to have an objective outlook, but with Psychaotic: See The World In Red And Black, it seemed impossible. These verses speak to you and for you. Every word, feeling and image sketches the chaos and the storms unfolding inside of minds and souls. It’s simply-worded, somberly expressed and profoundly articulate. 

Teasers

Enigma

…Life is too intricate for me
And it is confusing
Like a million questions
Asked at the same time
When I open a knot
It ties itself again…


A little too much

…Maybe I thought about you
Just a little too much
I had so many issues
But so did you.
I was egoistic
And so were you.
I was stubborn
Just as you…


Thank you Irum Zahra for the book and for giving Pakistan and the world this precious gem.

Goodreads Review for Psychaotic

Monday, June 8, 2015

This Is Me-Psychaotic Author Review




*Psychaotic* is my debut Poetry Book.
It is the first of its kind here in Pakistan. I am Pakistan's first free verse Gothic Poet to be published Internationally.
*Psychaotic* is a word play of two words and two feeling. Psycho and Chaotic.
I believe that everyone has these sides and they choose whether or not to open or disclose that side with people or not.
Psychaotic reads you while you are reading it and it connects the inner most desires and feelings with the flow of words. I wanted to write all these thoughts on paper because I wanted to connect the reader to the people like him or her. There are so many people in this world who feel like the have lost everything and they cannot go on without someone but this, this book, it tells them that there is life after that. That they are not alone in that hurt and agony. I know and I understand what you are going through. This book is for the delusional, for the bipolar, for the insane and crazy people. It is for the introverts who swallow their anguish and hate and keep it locked inside their hearts. It is for the people who feel alone in a crowd of 1 million.
I am here to tell them, whatever hardships they suffered, whatever pain they felt, They are not the only ones. There are people like you. They are here to help you, to talk to you, to love you.
You are special.
Psychaotic is my mirror. You read this book, you'll know me.
If you read this book, and you connect with even one of it's words, do let me know.
This book is my prize. I want to reach out to everyone through this book
Remember: You're loved.
Happy Reading!

Sunday, June 7, 2015

Sea Of Life-Psychaotic

Tear the world apart while you can
Burn it down while it is still on its knees
Take out your anger, the hate, the disgust,
All is bound to break you within
Climb out the walls that keep you sane
Shout and scream till you feel insane
Don’t sleep, don’t rest, don’t sit, and don’t cry,
Shout and scream till the throat runs dry
Smoke the night, the pain, and the hurt
Don’t stop till you feel no more
Cut and let it bleed
Crush and toss away
Everyone’s feelings
When yours didn’t matter
Why should theirs?
Sleep and cry and rest no more
For you have lived many storms before
Run or crawl and find the sea
Dive in the pleasure

Let it set you free.


Wednesday, June 3, 2015

The Unquestioned Question


The unquestioned question

How do you feel?
What you see
Count the breaths
And the seconds left
Some spent, some wasted
Some lost, some found
Hold still, close your eyes
Everything is falling
But it’s the wretched quiet
The one that you love
It’s the chaos
That you desire
But,
How can you feel?
All the restlessness
With a heart half dead.


Irum Zahra, Psychaotic


Thursday, May 28, 2015

Look For Love-Psychaotic

Look for love

I had an interesting conversation a while back regarding love and how you shouldn’t find love, but it finds you. And that people who search for it never find it.
Is that fair? I don’t believe so. People are lonely and broken and they often lose hope of anything good to ever happen to them. The only thing they hold on to is the faith that one day they will be loved.
If you say don’t look for it, then what is the purpose of it all? Why shouldn’t we look for a reason to smile?
A reason to live
A reason to hold onto life
You are indirectly implying that stay where you are, stay sad and alone and one day love will knock on your door and you’ll be saved. No… that…almost never happens. Not everyone is that lucky. People need something to build their dreams on.
So why stop looking?
Maybe it’ll make you pathetically sad or maybe it will fill your heart with a million smiles
Both, even.
Our problem is, that we look for love in all the wrong places.
You know exactly what would happen, you know your heart will break but you love anyways
You decide to make this mistake
You don’t stop
And you fall
And when you get up, there is little hope left in your heart
But it’s there right?
All it needs is a rekindling spark.
And you know when you’ll be restless for someone to talk to you, look at you.
Tell you that you are beautiful with all your flaws.
We all have these measures in which we calculate how much a person loves us. And we all want them to love us the way we want them too. At the same time, they are also expecting us to love them the way they want to be loved.
And there you have it.
The ultimate reason of why we always break up on the common Not-being-Good-enough theory.
Why can’t we let people love us the way they want to?
Maybe we would be better that way.
Maybe we would change in a good way.
But do we want to change?
Do we want to create a separate measure of love?
No.
We don’t.
We always cry and gossip on how we want to change and how bored we are.
But in reality we are all so comfortable in our own bubbles that we just scream change from inside. We don’t actually want to come out and transform ourselves.
The day we understand that about ourselves,
Is the day we will know that we are good enough for anyone who says they love us.

Irum Zahra, Psychaotic






Saturday, May 23, 2015

Review of Psychaotic by W.R. Watkins

Where to begin with this book?


Well, for starters: this book is brilliant.

It is a rarity for me to find a book that deals with complex issues, yet manages to execute those issues with a refreshing brutal honesty, soul, humor and vulnerability.

This, for me, perfectly sums up ‘Psychaotic’.

Ms Zahra has no trouble writing out her thoughts, and feelings, telling the reader exactly what she is feeling at the time of writing her poetry. And that is a very, very good thing! Not everyone wants to read about Daffodils…

She not only does this time and time again throughout the book, she also presents to us who she is as a human being, who has experienced love gained and lost (‘Look For Love’; ‘Remind Me’), dreams rising and falling (‘Perceptions’), self-harm (‘Drought’; ‘Roses On My Arms’; ‘Control’) and wonders about life around her (‘The False Chapters’; ‘Tomorrow Never Comes’; ‘Somewhere In A Graveyard’), talking about the mysteries of demise to the weather (‘Dear Rain,’; ‘Thunder).

On more than one occasion, she bares her soul to you, the reader. It is almost like you’re in a therapy session, with the reader as the therapist, and she is your patient (in the best kind of way!). Not only do these entries present her vulnerability (‘Petrified’; ‘The Crossroads’), but they also show her strength of character, who at one point switches from pining for her lost love (‘The Absurdity Of You’; ‘To Play A Broken Record’; ‘The Impossible Him’), to saying that it is now over for good (‘End Of Us’).

For me, the stand out poems in this book are the ones that directly reflect the writer, and her motivations for writing. One such example can be found in ‘A Way To Write’, where we meet the writer face-to-face, no mask, and learn about her motivations and inspirations for writing.

I have listed only a few of the poems that talk about the themes I have listed. There are so many stand-out poems in this book; I wish I could talk about them all! But then, that would spoil it for the next reader, so I won’t do that.

Some poets are content with hiding themselves behind complex metaphors, overuse of similes, and using other people’s names for their own personal gains. No such this will be found in ‘Psychaotic’. 

This is ‘Psychaotic’, presenting Ms Irum Zahra, and her incredible writing talent, in Black and Red.


Tuesday, May 12, 2015

Ariel by Irum Zahra


My Dear Ariel

I was there when you were born
Red and little, so fragile
So beautiful
You were my angel
And my companion
My pillar of hope
And all that I wanted
I taught you how to ride a bicycle
And fell and broke your arm
I was sorry but you got better
And I knew no one can do you harm
One day our toys broke
And all our story books got soaked in the rain
We went to live under the sun
With glass walls around us
There were people who wanted to hurt you
And I kept all of them away
We prayed for a roof of our own
And God showed us a new way
I bought colors and pages for you
And you drew us and a cozy weather
You built new toys and I watched you play
Our walls started to grow weak
And we had to leave again
We had grown past the plants
And the kittens born in our yard
They were no longer little
They had lives of their own
I taught you how to smile
When you felt like hell inside
We made golden masks
With smiles fixed on them
We fooled everyone
Our friends and our foes
We sold all our toys
And started having fun
Day by day we lost
Every little part of us
And the masks became us
We stayed by each other
And you taught me how to stay me
I broke my walls like you broke your arm
I fixed myself too, but I was never that strong
Hush, dear rabbit
We’ll be okay
When the world crashes
And the glass walls shatter
We would still have each other
Arm in arm and it would be better
We’ll buy new toys for us
And we can’t afford them,
We’ll learn how to make them by ourselves
We’ll cry every night to sleep
And drink coffee everyday
You’ll be stronger than me
And I’ll lean on you then
When I’ll lose myself 
You can pull me from the river
We’ll stay up all night
And pray to the All Giver
I’ll always love you
As you will love me
We’ll cry together just as we laugh together
We won’t let the stones shatter our glass house
Even if they do
My dear Ariel
I’ll let no stone touch you.
Hush, dear flower
You’re my only hope in this world.
May you always find love,
In places I didn't
And may you get all your toys back
Along with your childhood