sky’s not the limit it’s time for angels to come down to earth Heeding Haiku with Chevrefeuille
Angels
sky’s not the limit it’s time for angels to come down to earth Heeding Haiku with Chevrefeuille
logging in at a specified time tackling chores in a particular order tickboxing tasks as complete I did not ever realize how clean inboxes became timely delivery how obsessions became efficiency I’m lauded for I just can’t think away from the screen it is this rectangle which controls life- also makes me a slave of … Continue reading Efficiency
frozen thoughts falling to pieces to reshape, restructure life snowfall of minds I wonder where do they all flow to conceal- pain of losing state in resurrection? catch them young follow around you will know origins of thought, prejudices. Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge
I don’t remember ever seeing a phone booth on this road. Is it real? I can confirm it from Google …. But…. Where is my phone? I kept it in the pocket on the right. Noooo… my coat is a different color. I peep into the glass of the booth door to check my face, … Continue reading Destinations
The award-winning author shared this throwback pic, during his acceptance speech. “This is where I started my creative journey. Imagination starts with fairy tales, and is partially destroyed when verification attempts fail. The rest of life is about balancing these two aspects.” (279 characters) Twittering Tale #114
Environmental Awareness – by Indira Mukhopadhyay
Reena’s Exploration Challenge #65

Too much of consumerism
disrupted
the balance of nature
Kings, Maharajas,
politicians, businessmen, rich
were busy in money making
as money brings POWER
public, either terrified to raise a voice
or whining for their sorrows, or
oblivious to nature’s balance
accepting all as their destiny, gods fury
Some had a clear vision
the first on to start a movement to save sacred trees
along
with Bishnoi Villagers
dared to raise a voice and saved the trees
it took 363 lives to awaken the people from their slumbers
then came CHIPKO MOVEMENT
led by
Sundarlal Bahuguna, who explained to villagers
of the importance of trees to the environment
of the soil erosion due to the cutting of trees
of draught
of pollution, pure air
very slowly people were awakening
whole India was stirred by
Save Silent Velly Movement
Jungle Bachao Andolan
Appiko Movement
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All about writing in first, second or third person ….
Today I thought we should discuss a bit on poetry and yourself.
I think we can all agree that we pour part of ourselves into the words we write. Even when writing fiction, we tend to include our fears and moral element.
We can also write poetry and fiction in different perspectives. The most common ones are first person and third person singular but I sometimes experiment also with second person and pluralis.
The problem is how much of our identity we use when writing in first person. In fiction it has become quite common to write fiction in first person, but I have found through comments and reading that there is a higher degree of honesty required in poetry. This difference I find quite interesting and it also bridges over to another aspect of writing about someone else.
To me this is delicate balance, of course I can never…
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I claim to be you but only as I see you I cannot get in shape-shifting crevices of your unique mindset I claim to be God rewrite your destiny which you may not want I love to project myself as one living in your skin I claim empathy a much-maligned concept and find a place … Continue reading Reconstruction
The disappearing tail-lights of a car, scar my psyche forever. I think about Sita, who was sent to the forest by her husband, the revered Lord Ram, because a stranger cast aspersion on her purity. She found support in a writer’s abode, who immortalized her life, in the epic he wrote – Ramayana. I think … Continue reading Blank pages
imagination is at the root of all art it can transform junk renew perspectives – yet, the reverse is not true Photo Challenge #242