Precious Moments

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​                      (Anil uncle and massi -our sunshine)


Precious moments in my treasure box, 

They are my inspiration and memories too, 

They are the reason for my gratitude, 

He opened his arms and heart for us, 

He is the blessing of the Father above,

 He shelters us from storms of life, 

He held our hands when tides were rough, 

Numerous moments of his love & compassion, 

Are Priceless moments of my treasure
 
I don’t believe in celebrating a particular day, as all days are worth celebrating.

But the Father’s Day is a reminder to us that we lost our father, but  someone said that he is not like a father but a father. Thanks Anil Uncle for standing with us in our best and worst times. Walking on the path of life, we have looked up to you for guidance and support, and you have always stood by and for  us.

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Sometimes Stellar Storyteller Six Word Story Challenge

In response to the six word story challenge prompt ‘mercy ‘  

” His gun powerless 

Mother’s pleading won” 

Sometimes Stellar Storyteller

Challenge open Saturday 17th June 2017 – Thursday 22nd June 2017

Welcome to the Sometimes Stellar Storyteller Six Word Story Challenge.

For those who have never dropped by before a new prompt is posted every Saturday morning at 9am GMT.

Today’s prompt is:

Mercy

My attempt at today’s prompt is:

Compassion was expected, indifference was deserved. 

Remember to share your entry on social media using the sharing buttons below! Let’s tell everyone about our challenge, the more the merrier! 

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A /एक  ★ Single Power ★ Part -I

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A drop of water shakes hand with others,

United they give life to the mother Earth,

Forms the springs, the rivers and the ocean,

Evaporates one by one to form the clouds,

Then pour down in the form of rain,

A drop is what farmer’s hopes are pinned upon,

A drop is sigh of relief for those worried face,

It is also the reason for the loss of precious lives

   ( farmers suicides are the most unfortunate , and can be avoided if the Government and non-governmet agencies can help them in rain-water harvest techniques. it is not just loss for the family but to the world at large)
        A drop of tear shakes hand with others,

        And flows in a stream from the eyes,

        Sometimes as a symbol of gratitude,

        Sometimes a joy of reunion,

        Sometimes as an expression of grief,

        Sometimes flows without any reason,

       Just to cleanse the soul.

A seed grows into mighty tree standing tall,

A grass spreads to form carpet of greens,

A seed gives a fruit delicious to eat,

A flower on barren branch gives it a lease of life.

             A storm destroys everything in it’s wake,

             A careless word breaks strongest bonds,

            A loving gesture mends the broken hearts,

            Hate is taking away thousands of innocent lives,

            “PEACE” is a word which is striving to survive,

             A word has the power to change the world,

            So please think what you want to say after the “A”
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“Mamma, in the Meantime”: Tony Luciani’s Intimate and Playful Images of His Nonagenarian Mother

It touched my heart so deeply. The pictures does speak thousand words.

On Art and Aesthetics

Mamma Elia, a ninety-four-year-old great-grandmother, is the subject of “Mamma, in the Meantime” – a series in which she narrates her daily experiences of living with dementia through tableaux vivants directed by her son, Tony Luciani, an Ontario-based artist. Documented over the course of three years, this dialogue between mother and son depicts the passage of years and articulates a profound sense of loss. But it manages to remain funny, even upbeat. A variety of domestic props – from ovens and skateboards to easels and binoculars – come together in shots that exude warmth and evoke affection.

“Together, we have created a collection of images and anecdotes dealing with issues surrounding the loneliness of aging and the mourning of unrealized childhood dreams,” says Tony. “After WWII, when my mother was thirteen, she had an arranged marriage to a twenty-six-year-old stranger. My mother and her husband, Giovanni, eventually emigrated from Italy…

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LOVE-Tender & Strong

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Image courtesy Artist Suman Gupta (www.sumangupta.com) 

Precious is the love in all forms, 

It is pure, untouched and undiluted, 

It is colorless, formless and limitless, 

It is fearless, selfless and boundless. 

 It bind the hearts and the soul, 

It gives courage to move ahead, 

It is strong enough to face fiery storms, 

Have you ever wondered at the same time, 

It is so very delicate and tender, 

That it can not take the weight,

The weight of deceit or fraud, 

It crushes and crumbles at once, 

So please handle IT with utmost care. 

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Daily prompt :Tender

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/tender/

Sometimes Stellar Storyteller Six Word Story Challenge

 In response to this week challenge 

Laughing eyes deceived 

Pain hidden within’

Sometimes Stellar Storyteller

Challenge open Saturday 3rd June 2017 – Thursday 8th June 2017

Welcome to the Sometimes Stellar Storyteller Six Word Story Challenge.

For those who have never dropped by before a new prompt is posted every Saturday morning at 9am GMT.

Today’s prompt is:

Deceiver

My attempt at today’s prompt is:

She spewed vitriol disguised as honesty 

Remember to share your entry on social media using the sharing buttons below! Let’s tell everyone about our challenge, the more the merrier! 

Use the hashtag #SixWordStoryChallenge. 

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How does it work?

  1. Leave your story in the comments until Thursday 9pm (GMT)
  2. Like, comment & engage with other authors
  3. Come back on Thursday to vote for your favourite
  4. Bask in glory if you’re a winner.

Never tried microfiction before?

Never fear, help is at hand. Click through to my post on writing the best six word stories for inspiration.

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Of course you…

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Footprints-An Impression

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Footprints on the sand so deep and intense

Leaving a trail behind,

A wave comes rushing to fill up the steps

Leaving nothing behind,

Why then we repeatedly walk on edge for

Leaving nothing behind,

Even the impression of the journey is only in mind

Leaving nothing behind,

So my dear friends be grateful for forgetfulness

It leaves nothing behind.
daily prompt :    Impression
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MASSI – My Mother

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Every day we thank our mothers in so many ways but today it being “Mother’s day” is a reminder for us to say it in a special way. For us (Me, my brother Sanjay, and sister (Joy) our Massi is our mother our world. Massi (mother’s sister) means like mother, but she has treated us like her own children and stood by us in each and every moment of our joys and sorrows. In today’s world it is rear to find love so selfless and so profound. No words of gratitude could express what you mean to us.

Her embracing arms are our shelter,

Her soft hands have the healing magic,

Her wisdom a guiding light in our path,

Where would we find love so pure?

It is only in her beautiful eyes.

             She said you are never alone,

            She said you are part of my world,

            She said I am the rock you can lean on,

            She said all your sorrows are mine,

           She cries when we are in pain,

           She Laughs when we are happy,

            She said my home is yours,

   Where would we find someone like her,   

    We thank her everyday in thousand ways,

     Her being in our life is blessing of GOD,

     MAA(mother) represents HIM on this earth,

     But in our life HE had send two representatives,

        One was our mother and other is our MASSI,

         Today is a day to salute her and say Thank you,

         For showering us with her unconditional love.


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‘Only Temporary is permanent ‘

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  life comes full circle

‘Temporary in my view is  the most relevant word which defines our existence on earth’

Blessed with the natural wisdom, 

The birds make a nest, 

Not for themselves to live in, 

But just to bring up their offsprings, 

The caves existing naturally, 

The wild beings only take shelter there, 

Apart from man no living being has a home, 

As if  they are aware of their temporary existence. 

. . We in our arrogance just simply forget, 

.  Few years or few decades still it is limited, 

 . We own nothing neither the land nor the resources, 

. The mad rush for possessions is worthless, 

. The hate, the cheating or killings is useless, 

. The king  or the pauper everyone is mortal. 

Daily propmt : Temporary

Apprentice of Life

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The life has a way to keep growing,

Day by day silently and continuously,

It teaches us without an syllabus,

We are neither promoted or demoted,

Nor we are time-bound in learning,

Then why once out of formal education,

We keep re-cycling what we learned,

          I am an apprentice of nature till the end,

           I learn to be open like the sky,

          Sun teaches me warmth and light,

         The streams, the rivers and the ocean,

          They tell me to flow constantly ,

          Each and every element is a symbolic tutor,

         And the best part of this apprenticeship is,

         It is limitless boundless and free for all
Daily prompt : Apprentice