#Weekly Tanka Prompt #Poetry Challenge – Week 98 – Happiness & Nature

#Weekly Tanka Prompt #Poetry Challenge – Week 98 – Happiness & Nature

Etheree Poetry – Syllabic Pattern: 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9-10, Rhyme: None

Full 

stomach

Easy life

caring and loving

forgiving nature

compassion for others

live and let live attitude

ready to sacrifice for friends

helping without discrimination

Happiness and peace will be your whole life

 

 

 

Weekend Writing Prompt #32 – Reflection

Weekend Writing Prompt #32 – Reflection

Challenge

Prose Challenge – Write a story in 150 words where a character sees their reflection and is surprised by what they find.

Poetry Challenge – Write an acrostic poem, where the first letter of the first word of each line spells out “reflection” as it is read from top to bottom.

REFLECTION

Reflection of inner thoughts

Escapes not

From wise eyes

Let, then,  reflect

Empathy and compassion

Care and  love

Trust and gratitude

In your eyes

Or wear the real face with courage

Never deceit with mask

 

Shimmer- The Daily Post

Shimmer- The daily Post

let love , compassion and blessings

flow from you to the universe

let your heart be in the  harmony 

with each and every soul

let your heart fill with

friendship, compatibility  and gratitude

then only your face will shimmer

from the inner glow

like the sea shimmers from sunlight

like the moon shimmers from sunlight

like the earth shimmers from

 the moon and the sunlight

~ indira

Harmonize- The Daily Post

 

Harmonize- The Daily Post

We were poles apart

So different in looks and choices

Different were our views and habits

Still we were

Destined to come together

In the name of  love and friendship

We took leap of Faith

Sometimes going seemed tough

But 

Compassion and compatibility

Some compromises 

Our ability to agree to disagree on some matters

Giving space to each other do whatever we like

Made us bond together

And God blended and blessed us

To harmonized the song of our life

~ Indira

 

Related post-https://amaltaas.wordpress.com/2013/08/11/wedding-anniversary

Tailor- The Daily Post

Tailor- The Daily Post

The tailor master Fakku mian’s shop was just opposite to our house.

We were separated by playgrounds, on both side and Highway in between.

I remember watching him stitching clothes since I was four years old.

It was interesting watching him running the sewing machine so fast. Everyone addressed him as tailor master.

My mother used to send me with material to stitch frocks, pajamas or whatever, with full instructions. He would follow them exactly except when it came to us three sisters’ frocks. Frills from neck to waist, well not exactly down to waist, but covering knees fully.

No argument there. Mother used to alter them according to her taste, to please us, which was not much different from him. 

It was same till I started stitching my clothes myself but still under mother’s strict observation.

No tight fitting or above knee dresses were allowed. Anyway we had to wear salwar, kamij with dopatta, so it didn’t matter much.

 Well, this story is not about my dresses but my first encounter with riots. 

Till then we were living happily in a cosmopolitan society.

We celebrated all festivals with same fervor and zeal. 

Then one day, over some love affair between a Muslim boy and a Hindu girl, everything changed. 

Both communities became thirsty of each other’s blood.

Everyone knows what happens in riots. How goons and fanatics from both sides lynch, loot and do all types of heinous crimes to innocent people from both sides.  

I will not go in details. I think my short story, I wrote way back will suffice.

‘Rioters burned the tailor’s shop. 

When the curfew was lifted, he came and sat down in despair on seeing the ramshackle shop.

Mother called him and offered him our old singer machine for the time he could buy his own.

He was thankful and offered to stitch our clothes for free.

 Mother strongly rejected the idea.

‘You need money to buy a new machine so start your business first to save money.’

Mother was a conservative Hindu and the tailor was a Muslim. 

Mother sowed a seed of compassion in me that day.’

 

 

Safar/ सफ़र

सफ़र

मंजिल तो हर कोई देखो एक ना एक दिन पायेगा

कैसे बीता था सफ़र याद ये रह जायेगा

कौन था सफ़र में साथ,कौन साथ छोड़ गया

बना कौन सफ़र में सीढ़ी कौन हाथ छोड़ गया

लेखा जोखा इतना ही याद बस रह जायेगा

कैसे बीता था सफ़र याद ये रह जाएगा |

मुश्किलों में डटे रहे या थक के हाल छोड़ दिया

फूल मिले खुश रहे या काँटों ने तोड़ दिया

कैसे काटा था समय याद ये रह जायेगा

कैसे बीता था सफ़र याद ये रह जायेगा |

रास्ते अनेक थे मंजिल को पाने के

तुमने राह नेक चुनी थी मुकाम पाने को

अलग राह जो चले थे उनसे बवाल किया

या बिना मलाल तुमने सबको स्वीकार किया

राह कटी कैसे थी याद ये रह जाएगा

कैसे बीता था सफ़र याद ये रह जाएगा

मंजिल तो हर कोई देखो एक ना एक दिन पायेगा |

~ इंदिरा 

Home-A Month of Mini Writing Challenges

A Month of Mini Writing Challenges

I stumbled upon this challenge very late. It is already 27th Sep.

The theme is –

• Day 27 – Write a poem inspired by the theme of “home” in less than 10 lines.

Home Sweet Home

Home is where the heart is

The heart is where the love is

Love is where the compassion is

Compassion is where the understanding is

Understanding is where the friendship is

Friendship is where the compatibility is.

When all these make 

The four walls and the roof

Then there a sweet home is.

~ Indira

 

Friday Fictioneers- Compassion

Please click here for a wonderful story-https://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2016/09/07/9-september-2016

 

PHOTO PROMPT © Sandra Crook (Thanks Sandra for this photograph, it brought back lots of memories of childhood.)

Non-fiction

102 words

Compassion

Rioters burned the tailor’s shop. It was opposite to our house.

When the curfew was lifted, he came and sat down in despair on seeing the ramshackle shop.

Mother called him and offered him our old singer machine for the time he could buy his own.

He was thankful and offered to stitch our clothes for free.

 Mother strongly rejected the idea.

‘You need money to buy a new machine. So start your business first and save money.’

Mother was a conservative Hindu and the tailor was a Muslim. 

Mother sowed a seed of compassion, for everyone, in me that day.

 

 

 

The Daily Post- Drop

THEDAILYPOSTMar 15, 2016

DAILY PROMPT– Drop

A drop of water, if it could write out its own history, would explain the universe to us.

Lucy Larcom

In one drop of water are found all the secrets of all the oceans.~ Kahlil Gibran

DROP

A drop of water in the desert

A drop of water in the ocean

A drop of water on the parched land

may amount to nothing

But,

A drop of  kindness

A drop of love

A drop of compassion

to a parched soul

amounts to heaven 

~Indira

The Daily Post- Leap

The Daily Post- Leap

Leap of Faith

 

We were poles apart

Different from each other

In nature and looks

Like two opposite poles of a magnet

Attractected towards each other

Perhaps we were destined to come together

It seemed the whole universe

Conspired to bring us together

We bowed to the God’s will

And took the leap of faith

Friendship and love followed

Sometimes we were off the track

Sometimes on the track

Sometimes our paths were dark

Sometimes they were bright

But we were committed to keep

Our relationship firm and ever lasting

Compassion and compatibility

Made us bond together

And God set everything right