Sometimes Stellar Storyteller Six Word Story Challenge

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

” His gun powerless 

Mother’s pleading won” 

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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/

Distant not so Distant

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. . .  A glimpse of my world. . . 

( Just couldn’t find any frame with all of you, so please forgive me) 

There are millions and millions in this World, 

A few millions in the country, 

A million or so in the State, 

A few thousands in the town, 

A few hundred in the area, 

A hundred or so in the neighborhood, 

A few in the same house, 

But the one residing in my heart, 

I can count on my fingers tips,

They are never Distant from my thoughts, 

As they are in my Gratitude list everyday. 

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Daily prompt :  Distant

LOVE – A BEAUTIFUL MESSAGE 

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A friend shared this.  A monk explains the love, attachments and relationships so beautifully 

When people say we love someone, their expectations from the relationship rises. And they feel the other person is duty-bound to fulfill all their desires. They are looking to bind others to them, want them to think their way. 

In school time, we used to  trace maps for geography  by using tracing paper, so that we can have exact shape and size. (those days there  was no web to just take a print out). People also expect the same in relationships, especially in marriage and love. They consciously or otherwise want their partners to be like them. 
Daily propmt : Trace

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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Gratitude – ‘Precious Moments’ 

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Today I am posting my 50th thought, this one for my Son Arihant (Twinkle). He gave me one of my most cherished relation – MASSI


Precious moments in my treasure box, 

They are my inspiration and memories too, 

They are the reason for my gratitude, 

When I held him in my arms for the  first time, 

The Twinkling eyes filled my heart with love, 

His warmth enriched my soul, 

Priceless moment out of my treasure box. 


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