Living my life on my own terms and conditions, I've celebrated life at every given opportunity. Here I take the opportunity to share a few of my experiences in form of poems, short stories or articles.
All the while eating the soul away Destroying it from the inside To the out; ripping it apart, Filling you with dread and despair. Secrets of heart grow Heavier day by day While we learn to walk about With a tailored smile on our face.
Thoughts, plans, regrets, Sometimes even wishes Not all secrets can be shared. Layers by layers these secrets pile and Everything is locked up and stored behind. We donne a mask we seldom want to reveal. People, you say you have no secrets! And I say I have tonnes…
Look deep into your darkest memories You’ll find a forgotten tale, A murmured doubt, and a few Forbidden stories, with unfinished ends… There are secrets… Secrets on the inside of me Smothered in their prime, yet blazing with heat, That I’ll endeavour never to reveal.
For a slow blogger like me whose blog has just completed its first anniversary two months ago… having 1002 followers is a very good reason for celebration.
I just love the yellow dot on the bell and the notification sound that plays, when I get a like/comment/follow. Also, it’s always great to hear constructive criticism… It helps me write better. When I had embarked on this journey in the blogosphere I was totally clueless. In the last 6 months, I have made a few good friends here who have genuinely helped me grow in this field. Today if I don’t get their comments on my work it feels somewhat incomplete. I don’t need to name them. They already know who they are as I’ve often told them so. Normally we don’t carry these friendships into out personal lives… but these few friends have gone beyond just levels of blogging and have always been there goading me to write and write better. To them, I dedicate my today’s beautiful day.
Honestly, I am at a loss for words. I have just moved my residence…and all the setting up of the house, new job and heat of this place really got to my grey matter rendering it almost useless. I had literally gone into the ‘writer’s block’ mode. Then comes along this stranger who says use my photographs to write and feel free to use them. And I did. Somehow his photographs speak to me and I am able to write. Not the usual long poems I normally write but quotes that prevent my brain from rusting. Some of those photographs are just too good to pass up. And the best part is they are not Googled. They are originals! Thank you dost.
After I started blogging I started experimenting with my writing… quotes and short stories (though one is still half and pending since long.) Wow, now I could write both! I am really grateful that you all have bothered to read what I write and have taken time out to comment and follow me. I have been a little a lazy in my follow ups but this I shall rectify soon enough.
I and Siba have started a new blog “myclicksyourstory,” where we post only original photos that have been clicked by Sibananda. They speak to me and they shall speak to you too. You are free to use these pics as a writing prompt and write a poem/ prosetry/ short story/ fiction/flash fiction anything that you like. Please leave a link to your blog post in the comments section. We will surely follow you up. That’s a promise.
I take the opportunity to Thank you ALL for liking my poems/quotes and short stories which is a BIG motivating factor…. with your support I hope to keep writing, editing and bringing my work to you in future too….
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Ranjeeta Nath Ghai, atrangizindagieksafar, 2016.
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We bring you a photo prompt every Friday so that you can work on this while enjoying your weekend. We’ll be posting a photo every weekend which will be clicked by Siba and you are free to write a story/poem/flash fiction on it.
Each pic posted here is copyrighted byCreativeSiba. We don’t use any other photos here except our own.
A mark of cultural identity, Illuminated Heritage buildings; A place that confers spiritual wisdom Freeing you from horrors of the deep And terrors of the skies; A perfect place for a man To spend his days in silence Enjoying harmless joys of solitude With a guiltless heart, free From all dishonest deeds And thoughts of vanity. Breeze carrying the aromatic scents From the incense sticks To cleanse the confined air; and A soul freed from it’s bodily robes. A place of quiet, breaking into occasional Rhapsodies; towing a spiritual line, *Aarti: marking the onset of dawn and dusk Promoting meditation and the study of astronomy. In this tech-savvy age the birthdays of the deity are traditionally and lavishly celebrated.
Beyond hatred and tears Is a twinkle of a lamp Glimmering through the darkness Like some ancient star. The crown of glory scorning all the cares That fate or fortune brings, A pilgrim, arrested by the Ambiance immersed in worship, now dutifully surrenders To the sacred stone, his Divine Majesty; Irrespective to the caste of the person who carved it And melts under its power swaying humbly All the time awestruck at the timelessness Of the mysteries surrounding its ageless past.
*Aarti also spelled arti, arati, arathi, aarthi (In Devanagari: आरती ārtī) is a Hindu religious ritual of worship, a part of puja, in which light from wicks soaked in ghee (purified butter) or camphor is offered to one or more deities. Aartis also refer to the songs sung in praise of the deity, when lamps are being offered.
I don’t remember your first kiss on my cheeks Nor do I remember your first hug But what I remember is Your comforting smile as I got my final results How you held my hand when I panicked, And helped banish my blues How you helped heal my wounds, And the fact that you are the reason For all the happiness that I found. No day is complete without your blessings. I am what I am And it’s all because of you, You are my strength and inspiration I love you Maa, Today, Tomorrow and Always!!