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Love and compassion
Combined with forgiveness
A healing potion.
The theme song of life: fast forward forgiveness, procrastinate vengeance.
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#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 a mask
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
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 a 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 harmonize the song of our life
~ Indira
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.
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
