General

hands
hold mine
giving me hope
lifting up my spirits
precious

Thanks for reminding me about Elfchens, Chuck! 😉

When it happened, he felt a great sense of relief and an overwhelming sense of grief.

Investing time and energy into something you believed in was taxing at the best of times.

It had been many months of campaigning, handing out flyers, attending rallies, believing in a cause you thought was right and the proper way for the country to move forward.

Added to that was the realization that the vote was sure to go in their favour. After all, the cause was just, the policies well thought out and constructive and sure to benefit everyone.

In the back of his mind was the thought that with victory would come some relief for the working class, no more working two jobs to make ends meet.

Their leader was charismatic, he and other hung off his every word, believed what he said he meant.

But now he wondered if it had…

Reena’s Exploration Challenge #165

Look closely at the pictures above. Choose one or more, and think what are they doing together. Will they remain entwined or go their own way? Was their act or intent good or evil? Could they do whatever they planned to do together, or fell apart?

I have chosen the 3rd picture – The human hand and that of a robot for this challenge.

Man, the most intelligent species,

created artificial intelligence,

stepping into innovative technological frontiers,

taking automation to dizzying heights.

Breathing in greyscale monotony,

he put life into chromed metal bodies.

With a system of inputs, circuits and codes

programmed to perfection,

Robots, obeying his every command

be it compute, abort, destroy…

performing each task with finesse.

With its heart full of wires, bereft of feelings,

the vitals of emotional connect seems missing.

In today’s environment,

Is man becoming his own creation?

Who’s gonna be with me in the Ratskeller?
Who’s gonna strike a clump of two with me?
Who’s gonna order steak burnt to a cinder?
Life’s better with you, I come with a plea
Without you, my life is like a big blur
Without you, I’ll remain acedia baby
Coiled myself in front of the television
Scrawling your name over and over, hun

People say we’re antipodes of each other
That I’m a walrus and you’re a tiger
That I move on and pull myself together
If I change, can we please stay as we were?
In your hands I’m waiting for the answer
I miss you from the summer to the winter
I miss you like a rain in the desert
Come back and I promise you full comfort*

(c) ladyleemanila

* Ottava Rima

For: Reena’s Exploration Challenge #165 – Reena Saxena (wordpress.com)

हाथों में देके हाथ जो किया था तुमने
क्या अब भी वो अहद याद है तुम्हें

जहाँ पर आखिरी बार मिले थे हम
ख्यालों की वह सरहद याद है तुम्हें

और वो पहली मुलाकात हमारी
क्या उसका उन्माद याद है तुम्हें

वो जो हम में तुम में करार था
क्या उसकी बुनियाद याद है तुम्हें

की तुमने तो बस दिल्लगी “अमित”
पर हुआ कौन बर्बाद याद है तुम्हें

In response to: Reena’s Exploration Challenge # 165

This is not a letter to Santa, as this is meant for the team of WordPress Happiness Engineers who from what I have heard are helpful individuals.  I would like you to pitch in and lend a hand to a wonderful blogger named Fandango, yes that guy with the paper bag over his head.  He is a very decent guy and he hosts a bunch of challenges to keep other bloggers busy and that is not an easy task.  He blogs on his iphone and one of your recent software updates has caused him a lot of trouble.  I am sure that you know all about this because he has written several post alerting everyone that he has contacted you and that you promised to work on this issue.  Please give him the assistance that he needs to remain the awesome guy that he already is.  If you can resolve…

Reena’s Exploration Challenge #164

PROMPT #164

We hadn’t done a picture prompt for quite sometime, so here it is

मिर्च मसाला देकर खबरी  कैसी छापे न्यूज़ 

हाथ में आते ही अख़बार जल गये

बुद्धिजीवी और शुद्धजीवी जब मनमर्जी तब बोलें

अपना अपना अहम् लिए  बहसों में खो गए  

जो जो मांगे न्याय बंद सलाखों पीछे 

पोलिस नेता मिलकर कैसा खेल खेल गए 

मांगे न्याय आत्मजन परिजन देकर सच की दुहाई 

चप्पल घिस गयी जेबें खाली घर बार बिक गए 

जिनसे न्याय की आस लगाए जनता जोहे बाट 

वो तो कब के धनियों के गुलाम हो गए 

सोचा था आह औरआंसुओं से बुझ जाएगी आग 

दावानल कब बुझे पानी से आंसू ही सूख गए