Old and Young…

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In morning, he was reminiscing

The most cherished memories of life

The great olden days

Still alive in his life

 

The days of walking with all time friends

Towards the far away school

Plucking tangy tamarind pods from dense bushes

Relishing them heartily with mates

 

Welcoming showers of rain with excitement

Splashing puddles of water

Enjoying life a carefree way

Adding memories to life come what may

 

The antics, the pranks the wholesome fun

Those were the days when life was not on the run

The reprimands, punishments and scoldings of teachers

Brought the best out of him

 

Playing sports of all sorts

Hurting himself, then rising above all odds

Those were the golden days of his life

Finding their ways in memories revived

 

In noon, someone stepped on this earth

With his tiny feet and curled hands

That gleam in the eyes full of curiosity

Delivering joys to the present

 

Spreading happiness everywhere

A part of family now

Someone gave a new way to begin forthcoming year

Gave a new meaning to life this year

 

Now he will relive this childhood in a new way

A tinkling sunlight of this cold day

Someone will start a fresh life

And relive the dreams

 

That begins from childhood

Blossom into youth

And wither with the age

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Henry Miller’s 12 Commandments for Writers

1. Work on one thing at a time until finished.

2. Start no more new books, add no more new material to “Black Spring.”

3. Don’t be nervous. Work calmly, joyously, recklessly on whatever is in hand.

4. Work according to Program and not according to mood. Stop at the appointed time!

5. When you can’t create you can work.

6. Cement a little every day, rather than add new fertilizers.

7. Keep human! See people, go places, drink if you feel like it.

8. Don’t be a draught-horse! Work with pleasure only.

9. Discard the Program when you feel like it—but go back to it next day.

10. Concentrate. Narrow down. Exclude.

11. Forget the books you want to write. Think only of the book you are writing.

12. Write first and always. Painting, music, friends, cinema, all these come afterwards.

Kerala – A Scenic Wonder of Nature

Wonder why people say that it’s “God’s own Country.” But after exploring the place, this phrase falls short of meaning, just because it has every ingredient to offer unique and memorable journey experience.

Kerala – it’s not just an inviting space for tourists, it is an experience. Just a single visit and it becomes an unforgettable part of your memories. Everything here is divine and different.

The authentic aroma of sweet cinnamon, cardamom and other spices add a distinct flavour to the air, enriching the mind; the ayurvedic therapies relax your body and the flawless fertility basks glow everywhere, even on your face.

A silver lining to Arabian Sea, everything in Kerala is divine. That is the reason why it is called as God’s Own Country.  A heavenly paradise, it offers pristine panaromic picturesque of numerous beaches, majestic mountains, fresh forestry along with blossoming bounties to relax, rejuvenate, recreate and relish natural treasures.

Gushing backwaters, sun-soaked beaches, exotic wildlife, wishful waterfalls, pristine scenery – the plush setting presents diverse colours of nature to you.

Offering everything for everyone, the space is always ready host to take into its arms those who want to unwind and relax while lazing around or be adventurous.

Not just limited to authentic ayurveda or natural bounty; the place also offers enriched cultural diversity. Surely, this is the reason why travel and tourism industry is thriving there.

I have been to Kerala once and according to my own experiences, the destination surpasses all touristic expectations with its divine natural endowments. I landed there because I had heard a lot about the beauty of the place. According to me, it is the emerald jewel of the paradise genuinely deserving the title of God’s own country.

I will definitely post some of the clicks and experiences of Kerala as the destination was out of the world experience for me and prompted me a lot in terms of experiences and emotions.

What If?

What if you wake up to a world without glasses? Will you bear the plight of the painful eyesight? Where you will pour your wine and proudly say cheers with your peers? Will you be exposed to the world with a visible void in your window frames?
Considering all such dearths of life, we can say that glasses play an important role in our lives. We simply can’t do without it. What will shield our computer screens and mobiles? Glasses only. Considering their multifarious uses, we can say that glass is one of the most essential inventions of the modern world.
The uses of this glittering particle are again versatile. It can be used as a glass wall, door. It will not only enhance the look and feel of the decor, but it can also give you an illusion that there is room ahead. The result will be a knock out. 🙂
The above example is an interpretation of the world without glass. What if prompts our minds and lets it dig deep into the perceptions, ideas, observations and experiences to create something original and classic. The prompt creates a situation of a void in our lives and lets us express our views in an uninhibited way.
So, what if the chicken kept on your cooking counter starts speaking? Will you be scared or will you have guts to talk to him. The possibilities are immense with ‘What If’ writing prompt. Do share your kind of ‘what if’ set of situations and prompts. Those situations which will inspire the writer in me will receive an interpretation from Prompted Writings.

Sympathy

My poem titled ‘Sympathy’ was published in an anthology ‘Inspired By Tagore.’ The contest was sponsored by British Council of India in association with Sampad was a tribute to Nobel Laureate Rabindranath Tagore on his 150th birth anniversary. It was also my first publication in the life. I felt accomplished on this achievement and understood that all my efforts in writing are going in right direction. 🙂
Needless to say, I want a novel and a poetry book published, just because there are many stories in my heart and soul, waiting to be narrated.

Below is the poem. I own the exclusive rights for this poem…

If I were only a little puppy, not your baby
Would you say,”Come later, I am busy.”

Would you ignore me and my naughty antics?
Would you not brush my furs with your fingers?
When my eyes yearn

Would you say “Go away, Play with your toys.”
“Maid, take him away, I am working”
Would you not throw a ball at me, when I am excited to play?
Would you not be with me, till I lick the last drop of bowl?

Would you not comfort me with your soothing hug
Would you not feel how lost I am without you?

Now I will not come to you
I have stopped looking at you
I look at my world, which is with me, when I am alone

They are the ones whom I can call my own
My world has clown, toys, racing cars, games, books

I belong to my world, I belong to you none
Now you have no one to say, “Go naughty child”