Crystal Constellation by Pandacv721 @deviantART
Look at the stars as they shine
so bright, illuminating
the path for everyone
who wanders in the dark.
Look at the stars so bright
twinkling with elation.
Such randoms stars
when together,
teaming up to form the home
a home called constellations.
And look at the constellations
artistically arranged
to let you bring
out the creativity in you.
I am quite late in thanking Risty at createthissimple for honoring me with this award. She is a really nice and sweet and a great friend in my blogging world. She does some beautiful photography which you do not want to miss.
The rules are simple : just give the award to all the people you wish to (at least 14); mention the person who gave it to you and don’t forget to include a picture of the Award! Thank you.
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Andrey Bobir
The child holds in hands
a lotus
fragile, yet powerful
an eclectic beauty
like a divine soul.
It has its songs to sing
some thing left unsaid
some things unheard
ready to reach the human ear
ready to give a take on life
a spiritual awakening
a divine interpretation.
The eight petals blossom
with contentment
blossoming deep in mud.
Deep in the mud
among the stench
it rises and blooms
spreading its aroma.
Now this song
it needs to be heard
the flower calls out my name
beckon me to give away the pain
fall under the charm of God
lose the ego
let go of the demons.
Welcome them all
with a smile wide open
for beauty lies in
the purest of souls.
Poetry Prompt given by Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Photo Challenge #9
I am not a spiritual person. But I do respect others’ beliefs. When I looked up about the significance of a Lotus flower, it represents clarity of heart and mind. A lotus flower is a symbol of purity which rises unsullied through muddy water. It is also one of the Eight Buddhist symbols of good fortune.
Born of Frustration by MyLifeThroughTheLens @deviantART
Monday morning blues
morning with such dark hues
nothing is going to go right
need to pay my previous dues.
There had to be a fight
she said a child, I am not bright
These words, to me, were offensive
of course nobody understands my plight.
I was defensive
maybe a bit hypertensive
but they are not in my situation
yes, I am a bit too apprehensive.
My being, considered a selfish notion
a waterfall of repressed emotions
I wonder if this will ever end
to my frustrations, no cessation.
Prompt given by Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Prompt 56 ‘Indescribable Frustration’
Bastet’s Shadorma Photo Prompt
Stairs may take
anywhere you want
ascending
descending
all that matters is to where
do you want to go.
Do you want
reaching topmost point
to heaven
paradise
tasting victory above
looking down at them.
Or do you
want purgatory
straight to hell
sinking low
trying getting up, only
tasting the bottom.
Stairs of life
they only go up
you decide
what you seek
there might be paradise’ light
or grim hell, darkness.
Prompt given by Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Bastet’s Shadorma Photo Prompt #8
Martin Stranka
FREE FALLING
17/MAY/14
She is free falling
dreaming of utopia
not far from here
but
a place so dear
This time
she is free falling
trusting
for the first time
knowing
the grass beneath
with be there
to hold her.
She will not fall
with a thud
But
slowly
gently
going with the flow
as
gravity pull her.
Among the sun-kissed flora
under the vast sky
there will be
a safe haven
because
she is falling freely
this time
for the first time.
Photo prompt given by Magpie Tales
morning, chirping birds
sunlight filters between trees
hunt for food begins
sun drenched afternoon
tired wings rest under the trees
ultimate solace
silent and fatigued
dreaming about morning ray
night time does not please
Prompt given by Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Heeding Haiku With HA
Chiara Fersinis
The soldier shot in the heart
counts his last seconds of life
Speaks of only one thing
Of her,
sitting at home,
His wife.
With hands on his heart
He calls her name
to see her once
Just one last time
To tell her how much
She was loved by him
although to love
there wasn’t much time.
But as he counts
his last breaths
she is at home
reminiscing the moments
painting the strokes life
Counting every minute
waiting for him to return.
Slips into a red dress
his only present
Gracefully she paints him
onto the canvas
out of her memory
little did she know
this is all he is now
A memory
from the point of no return
A memory of the past
of his sacrifices
Of the birthday flowers
of the pretty red dress
of the roses on her back.
Photo Prompt given by Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie photo challenge #8
Surreal by Xfact @deviantART
With the shadow that walked with her,
she knew,
she was not home alone tonight
The sixth sense was working
It was true
Dinner was not a lonely time.
The light behind the shadowed wall
From the half moon with a full glare.
There were shadows
Bent around the corner
In the dark with a little light.
The moon
Beaming in from the window
an evil frown
She would never be alone
Because there were shadows which followed,
shadows to give company.
And this was different
these shadow, unlike the others,
not her own.
Unwanted silhouettes
cold, lifeless,
transparent yet opaque
Following.
Prompt given by Mindllovemisery’s Menagerie Prompt 55 “Slowly Dawning Horror”
Superpower!
Changes I want
if I ruled the world
Universe is what I will go for
The sun and stars would be together
when the moon would not wait
for the sun to sleep,
independent it would live
playing in the galaxy.
The butterfly flapping it’s wings
will make it rain
cloud in the sky
will dance insane
the pattern they’ll create
wizards, witches, smileys and faces
and earth will win the planets’ races
Jupiter would shrink
Saturn will lose its rings
Pluto will be a giant
back in the planets’ list.
I will live above all
string attached to the planet
dancing around me like puppets.
If I ruled the world
there will be lot a ruckus
So prepare yourself,
as I try to change the world. 😀
The Daily Prompt : If I ruled the world– You’ve been given superpowers to change one law of nature. How do you use it?
A bookstore
daughter shakes mum’s hand
“Look mama
Peter Pan”
So, they open the doors of
the great hall of books
Elation
enjoyable tranquility
sudden unique atmosphere
So many books to
explore
The daughter
opening the book
a little
taking in
intoxicating smell of
her enthralling book.
Poetry Prompt by Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie: Bastet’s Shadorma Photo Prompt #7
I got the Liebster Award for the second time. Thanks to Baldeep Kaur at Inspiring Evolution for nominating me . As the name of her blog suggests, she did really inspire me. You have to check out her blog.
The rules for this award are:
11 Random facts about me:
I am kind of scared of eyes. Not the human eye. It’s the animal eye that freaks me out. I mean they just have an eyeball, no sclera. So you can’t tell where they are looking. Plus, you don’t even know if they’re in a mood to attack or they’re just looking at you with love.
I love water. Drinking it, bathing in it, swimming (maybe, haven’t learnt it yet :P) or maybe just watching it. It’s just feels so deep and blue and royal.
I love birthdays. Be it’s my own or someone else’s. And the best part about birthdays is planning them.
I eat all vegetable but if there’s one thing I cannot stand is eggplant (brinjal). They are just so slimy and yucky when cooked.
I am going to be 18 in less than four months 😀 (And the countdown begins)
I learnt a little French 2 years back. So for once I want to visit Paris and see if my knowledge is any good. Also, I like the Eiffel Tower. But, not in a gooey-romantic way. I always thought of it as a huge pillar with beautiful lighting but when I was learning French, they taught us that it has restaurants and many other stuff too. So, basically it’s not just a structure wasting space but, instead, it’s being put to good use.
I wrote my first poem in when I was 10. It was in Hindi. Then I wrote a few in English which are way too embarrassing to show. But after that I took a long break and didn’t write for 3-4 years. I started writing again this year in January.
I listen to music. I like music. I love music. I can’t live without music. And I can listen to any kind of music, just the lyrics have to be good.
I love football. It is like the best team sport ever. It’s just I don’t get much time to follow it.
Now the questions that she asked:
When I came here, it was a great stress buster. Seeing that people were going through the same hell (just different devils), it felt like I am not alone. Now, blogging is a way I can show my poetry to the world and have some constructive criticism on them.
The biggest challenge: staying alive. I am not saying it in a suicidal way but if you’re alive every day’s a challenge, you just have to decide which way you want to take it. It all depends on if you want to let even a little stupid problem destroy you or you want to jump over the obstacles and move forward.
I would read all day and later blog about what I read! Or maybe, I would become a scuba diving instructor.
I left that path long ago. Regretting is like wasting your time (not to mention your precious emotions) over something you can’t change. Stop regretting, start accepting.
I read somewhere: “Success is a moving target. I don’t think we ever achieve “it”, at least in our own minds. But I do know this, if you think you have achieved your greatest success you clearly have decided to stop pushing yourself.” This speaks for itself.
A necessity if in the right amount but can be really hazardous if in excess.
I thank him when something good happens and curse him (like really cursing) when things don’t go my way. I don’t believe in religion or idol worshipping. I mean, of course I celebrate festivals with great zeal but in the end it all comes down to a supreme power. So maybe God exists but religion doesn’t.
Again I say, I don’t like to regret. It happened with me, it was a part of me. And I cannot change it. So it would be nothing.
I would not like to settle for anything less than a world tour 😛 but, if I had to choose it would be anywhere near water- seas, oceans, beaches.
Nope. It all depends on your perspective.
Now the nominees are:
11 QUESTIONS FOR THE NOMINEES:
Take your time. Answer the questions, nominate some other bloggers and provide me the link once you’ve posted. Lastly, Congratulations 🙂
Haath ke in raaston par mat chalna
jaane kab kismat ki rah chod dein
pathar ki laqir hogi tab
jab aap apni sadak khud banakar chalein.
Alex Alemony
Her reflection on the window
She knows not how she looks so calm
the dove beckons her
peaceful he believes she is
just like itself
pure, white, serene
But
Inside this calm attire,
a raging fire.
Stripped of identity
searching for a hopeful reality
Need to unleash.
this glass she would break free
to find who she is
outside this window.
Photo prompt by Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Photo Challenge #7 The Dove
the vast sky
at break of the day
tangerine
with pink hue
a bird, wings spread wide, holding
the red ball hanging
Gloriously
It shines.
So let your
birds fly over the
Horizon
Rise and shine
arise, awake, dear
a new day
has blossomed
rise into the great depths of
a new morning light
Prompt given by Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Bastet’s Shadorma photo prompt #6
Hourglass by Emilie leger @deviantART
Gone are the days of the hourglass
when one little thing kept track of time
no seconds, no minutes, no hands
just pure, earthly sand.
Gone are the days of people
people who can’t read or write
like my grandmother, who for time
hourglass on which she would rely
Yet, at times are the days of a chess game
where time is told without a whine
no distracting ticks, no alarming alarms
only silently playing it’s charm.
Now my mini-hourglass
does sit on my bedside table
but it’s lost the race with modernity
as I look above at my wall clock.
PROMPT BY THE DAILY POST: GOING OBSOLETE
Of all the technologies that have gone extinct, which one do you miss the most?
It’s been almost 2 months on WordPress.500 likes, 125 followers, and my 51st post 🙂 You might think I am crazy but I like to keep score 😛 Now I think it’s time you know the real me. So, my name is Abhilasha. I am from India as you already know. ‘Abhilasha’ is a hindu name which mean wish\hope\desire. And as the name suggests, I have a lot of wishes! But I believe having some little wishes is what keeps a person going on in life.
When I first started this blog I had no idea it was going to be about poetry. I suck at writing fiction and I only wanted this blog as a stress buster.I would only write about loneliness, and silence and everything but you guys taught me that there is stuff beyond that. And I realised if there is anything related to writing I can do, is writing poems.
I have tried to expand my horizon, when it comes to poetry, I learned many new writing styles: Shadorma, haiku, tanka, elfje, sonnet, triversen, shayari etc.
I took part in the national poetry month. This was such an overwhelming experience. Because yes, I made it. 3o days, 30 poems 😀
I have enjoyed this journey, no matter how short it’s been but it gave me the confidence and it gave me the chance to explore ‘me’. Now I know that yeah, I can do a little poetry.
Not a beachside view, but the only picture I had of a perfect sunrise.
A tangerine hue
red ball hanging in the sky
pelicans flying.
Never having gone to see the waters, the only perfect morning I can dream of is opening my eyes to the sunrise above the ocean and catching every moment as it happens. Sitting on the beach collecting seashells off the shore, I would watch the sun rise from the sea as I sit on the cool sand. With a reddish hue in the sky and a pink glow on my cheeks, I would watch it with my eyes wide open till I can’t anymore.
Sunrise at the beach
arms wide open to embrace
morning I dream of.
Prompt Given by: We drink Because We’re Poets
I want you to write an ode to Mornings. The best one you ever had, the ideal one you dream off, anything goes.
Also the ‘Haibun’ is inspired from their story prompt by We Drink Because we’re poets and Blog it or Lose it.
Smile, oh dear, smile
for the angels have arrived
showering upon you your wishes.
Hail the fairies
as they descend quietly
into your little garden.
Your wishes will be granted,
oh little ones
the tooth fairy is finally here.
For the youth yearning love
here comes the angel
bringing along love and lust.
Hope will be at your side
as desires will be fulfilled
as you enter the moon garden.
It’s a magical place
sans despair, only moonlight,
welcoming to your lovely paradise.
Photo Prompt by Mindelovemisery’s Menagerie
Every morning may not be beautiful
The sun might not rise
hidden deep between the clouds
But, I believe
there will be a moon at night
among the bright, shimmering stars
And I will stand underneath
counting my million Reasons to Believe.
I have learnt to dance in the rain
Because I Believe
life will show a rainbow
with the seven colours I need
beautifully fused together
every colour, like a smile,
one at a time.
I might have to believe
a piece of life missing
But, I choose to believe
a piece not fit to complete the puzzle.
Every moment I lose out on faith
Another moment makes me believe again
Because
If you want to make it work
believing is all it takes.
Prompt given by The Daily Post
Abhilasha Singh 