Category: GENERAL

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It matters What I think

My niece,  10 Standard student, participated in ‘On the spot’ competition held at school and her poem was a prize winner and got published in school magazine also.

As it was not planned, so definitely the spontaneous expressed views were from the sub-conscious.

When I read it, what struck me was the change in thought process. It is a voice aganist gender bias and a demand for equality. This is an indicator of better future for  women and a progressive society. When the questions are raised aganist injustice the future is definitely in safe hands.

The peom by Yashika Prabhakar

 

 

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Random- Realization 

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When needed help

       I found only myself

      Standing by my side

      I was GRATEFUL not upset

For I knew GOD made me strong

 
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30TH NOVEMBER – A Tribute

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        Image from internet 

     
One of the saddest day called Martyrs day (commemoration day)

The day nation remembers their heroes

Their sacrifices and their bravery

Defending the innocent lives of fellow beings

The young lives paying the price

For hate and anger of few negative individuals

 

Like everyone else in this world

They had dreams in their eyes

Some purposes to achieve

Some relationships to embrace

To love and be loved in return

 

Let’s Pray for the peace to prevail

May the thoughts be changed for better

May the world be a place to LET LIVE

May there be no Martyrs anywhere

Our youth contributing in progress

Spreading love and happiness

Through their ideas and innovation

Their hands holding prosperous future

Not the guns and ammunition to defend

 

 

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#POETRY #LIFE #YOUTH #LOVE

 

 

 

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My roaming Soul

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Today it’s Quadrille at dVerse, with Mish hosting. The poem has to have exactly 44 words. The word that has to be included in the poem is “rock”.

 

Lying with my eyes close

Surrounded by the high rocks

Feeling the birds soaring high

Hearing music of quiet streams

Fresh Air kissing my hair

Magic unforgettable

Reality a harsh desert Sun

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PRECIOUS MOMENTS – GRATITUDE 

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 I am never lonely thanks to my friends :

The Stars

The Ocean 

The Sky

The Sand

The Air

The River 

The Trees

The Flowers

The Springs

The Rain
They Embrace me unconditional 

With my Weaknesses 

With my strengths 

With my Truth

With my Silence

With my Empty hands

 

When I dissolves in Gratitude  for their existence my creative thoughts are born. 
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HAIKU # 15 GRATITUDE (100th post)

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    Courtesy Clay Artist Joy Gupta

Heart ♥  in reverence 

         For blessings of Almighty 

            The world of thoughts flows

 


Courtesy Suman Gupta The Mystic Artist ( http://www.sumangupta.com)  thanks for letting  me use your paintings pics

Today is my  100th post and it has been possible only due to blessings of

SHIVA (The energy)

        MOHANJI (my GURUJI)

My fellow bloggers (liking, commenting and following my humble thoughts) 


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My morning friends (simple pleasures)

Chaitanya my Son ( his honest suggestion and keen observation are valuable) 

Joy my sister ( pure heart ♥) 

Seema my Sister-in-law (my most ardent reader, never failing to comment) 

Raghav Vaid my cousin ( for reading and encouraging me to keep going) 

 Family and friends ( Dropping by my posts on Facebook) 




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Flash Fiction :WATER

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 Walking slowly looking at the burning  Sun over the head, my throat dry, even the saliva was no help. As I moved forward my thoughts traveled backwards  to   incidences where I had thrown a near full water bottle after coming from school, a half filled glass into the kitchen sink or let the bucket overflow.

 Suddenly  I heard the familiar sound and  hurried up my steps. There it was  clear, sweet and sparkling. With tears of gratitude I quenched my thirst. That day I realized the fragility of life. 

 Bowing, I pledged never to waste even a drop.

 

 This is a Friday Fictioneer story, inspired by the picture above, this week provided by Roger Bultot. FF is hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, who posts a picture online every week, and writer around the world write a 100-word story inspired by it. Click here to read stories by other writers, or here to join in.

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HAIKU # 14 

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             Longing to belong

    Alone drowned in own silence

           Breath sole companion

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Sharing reality of today

A post by ladybugholistics

https://ladybugholistics.wordpress.com/2017/10/22/cheese/

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CELEBRATION OF WOMANHOOD

         (Credits  Nicky Ummatt)

Each of my adornment from my bindi on forehead to my payal  on my ankles  is a celebration of my womanhood. This post is dedicated to Sola Shingar (sola means 16)  on festivals of Karvachauth 

 

Bangles adoring my arms

Are  not  just an ornament

The  music it creates 

Is my companion whole day

A solace that I am not alone 

When I work on the fields whole day

When I do household chores

While my loved ones are away.

          (Credits  Pooja Bishnoi)
Mehndi adorning my hands

                   Is not just a custom to perform 

                  It is a blessing of love in my life

                  It’s intricate patterns so beautifully drawn

                 Yet neither have a start nor an end

                 Just like the cycle  of life 

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#festival #woman #womanhood