Reena’s Exploration Challenge #85- Resilient Friend

Reena’s Exploration Challenge #85

Resilient friend,

you are used,

abused, and 

misused.

treated unfairly

Yet,

you never complain.

hiding many wounds

Doing your duties

silently

with crying heart.

Does

never enters

a thought in your mind

of vengeance,

teaching men

a lesson,

or,

your faith

that

they will understand

and mend their ways

makes 

you bear everything

without 

resistance. 

I hope and wish

your patience pays 

before

it’s 

too late

before 

they devastate themselves

by their indifference

and ignorance.

 

Through  the battles of life

Emerges gloriously

Resilient souls

 

Reena’s Exploration Challenge#66

Reena’s Exploration Challenge #66- Choose one or choose both and just fire.

Picture Prompt

Poem

after the sun departs and we are greeted by constellations
or what we could see past the rising light of the city
The elitists of the day go home
A time of opportunities has gone down with the day
But what would the night bring us?
The start of a new journey and to be one with the city
Never in the eyes of a 9-5 type

Source: https://hellopoetry.com/words/buildings/

 

 

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Fire,

the enemy 

of darkness and impurities

friend

of the people 

and the forests

if you can keep it 

under control

it devours all

without discrimination

when goes

out of control

a weapon

in the hands of miscreants

a shield

of safety from

ravenous beasts

 

 

 

 

Awesome Response

My friend’s response to my post- https://amaltaas.wordpress.com/2018/11/19/reenas-exploration-challenge-week-63

Awesome.

Eric Alagan

Written Words Never Die

It’s been a lifelong journey, my love. I can’t go on.

I’ll never leave you.

But you must, my love. Go. Save myself.

You’re my life. If you stop, I will too.

I’ll be the death of you, my love.

You gave me life. A good life. Now I wish for a good death… with you.

–

Peace,

Eric

Gorge- The Daily Post

Gorge – The Daily Post

 

if you can digest

gorge on whatever you like

but gorge with wisdom

to satiate the hunger

and not for just delight

People love to binge on street food without thinking of consequences. One of my friends said,’ life is too short to think about this.’ Is she right, but then life becomes too long, running from one Doctor to another with ulcers and another stomach ailments. So please don’t gorge on mindlessly on everything edible. be kind to this machine, your body, whom some treat with so much of contempt. It’s your best friend and you don’t treat your best friends without consideration.

A Month of Mini Writing Challenges 2017- Day 21

A Month of Mini Writing Challenges 2017-Day 21

Write a story in 25 words or less about a book.

A book is not just a book if it teaches you about friendship, love, and mysteries of life. It becomes a solace.

 

Books were my companion, my teacher, my solace. They taught me about the mysteries of love and life.

RonovanWrites #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #90 Friend&Shiver

https://ronovanwrites.wordpress.com/2016/03/28/ronovanwrites-weekly-haiku-poetry-prompt-challenge-90-friendshiver

takes my shivering hands

rubs them with own warmth and love

who else than a friend

Writing 101,Day 14- Recreat a single day

Thirty years ago a Monday night changed my perspective about life completely.

I was with my two children, daughter 9 years old and son 7 years. My husband was out of station.

On Friday I had met with a friend who promised to visit my house on Monday.

On Saturday I got the news that she was burned to death while preparing dinner for her family.

It was the third case of death by burning in my life. My school friend then my sister-in-law and now this.

On Monday morning I woke up with a start. She was supposed to come today. The whole day I was thinking of her. I did all chores as if in a daze.

I was unable to sleep at night. Frankly, I was a bit scared. What if her soul comes?

I have always been scared of ghosts and spirits.

Children were fast asleep. Oblivious of my condition.I was perspiring profusely. I was thirsty but not able to get up and drink water.

I think when we reach the breaking point our conscious takeover and start reasoning.

I thought why I’m afraid of her. She was my friend. I loved her. She will do no harm to me.

I gathered courage, got up and went to the balcony. Sat there in a chair fully, prepared to welcome her soul.

Slowly I was becoming calm. I dozed off. The night passed quietly. Nothing happened.

The morning came with a new perspective. I was relieved of my fear of darkness and ghosts.

”

 Do ghost, witches,  demons, angels and

Spirits really exist

Or, are they figment of imagination

Your faith is their strength

The reason for their existence

If you believe

They are everywhere

If you don’t

They are nowhere

Writing 101, Day Thirteen: Serial Killer II/ Soul Mate

.Writing 101, Day Thirteen: Serial Killer II

Earlier in the course, you wrote about losing something. Today, write about finding something. For your twist, view day four’s post and today’s post as installments in a series.

 

Soul Mate

 

After coming back from a short trip I found my friend missing. I was shocked. It was a mere doll, it could not go anywhere on its own. My sis-in-law swore that no one touched my belongings when in my absence so there was nothing I could do except mourning.

My mother and sisters tried to console me, they offered to buy a new doll but as I was a grown up then, I declined and tried to shift my attention to something else.

We were not rich but my parents never hesitated to spend some money in comics and magazines. My uncle used to bring novels from a library. Previously I never paid much heed to them but now encouraged by my mother started devoting my time to them.

I was not disappointed. They helped me overcome my grief. There were other friends also but books were the only one to which I can turn up anytime, whenever I was depressed.

Now they books were my soul mate and this was the beginning of an everlasting friendship.

 

 

 

Writing 101, Day Four: Loss of a friend( series one)

Writing 101, Day Four: The Serial Killer–

Today, write about a loss. The twist: make this the first post in a three-post series.

The loss of a friend is like that of a limb; time may heal the anguish of the wound, but the loss cannot be repaired.

Robert Southey

Loss Of A Friend

Talking about loss! Everybody knows how it feels if you lose a friend

He was my friend since I was eight years old.

I was in class four. I walked to my school daily with my friends.There was a toy shop on my way to school.

He was lying there at bottom of the showcase facing the road, bright-eyed,there was a smile on his face.

I asked the shopkeeper how much it costs.

He said one rupee.

One Rupee? Means, twelve annas or sixty-four paisa?

In 1955 it was a lot of money. I used to get one paisa daily as my pocket-money. I started saving money and when  I saved one rupee I went to that shop. Looked for that toy and bought it.

After coming from school telling  everything to him became a habit. He listened attentively.

I can swear it smiled at funny incidents and once it has tears in his eyes when I told him how my craft teacher blamed me of cheating.

What happened that for craft test our class was asked to make clay fruits. I was quite good at that. But unfortunately that day my clay was too soft. I made lady finger and mango and colored it. It was looking beautiful.

One external teacher was there to examine it. When she took lady finger in her hand and saw that backside  has flattened a little. She became angry and accused me of cheating saying that I am too clever and made only front side well. I explained but she was adamant, my class teacher knew that I was an obedient, honest and hard-working student, she should have explained but to my surprise she kept mum.

I was very dejected and in tears.

So! Where I was?

Yes, my friend has tears in his eyes.

I told my elder sisters and sister-in-law but no one believed me.

They said I always imagine funny things.

Well! Why should I care whether one believes it or not I thought. Me and my friend were too happy with each other’s company.

Once  I had to go out of station with my mother. I told my sister-in-law to look after it.

After 15 days when we came back. My room was in a bad shape. Due to heavy rains some part of  the roof caved in and that too on my belongings. Sister-in-law saved whatever she could but not  my friend.

It was simply not there. Not even in broken or distorted condition.

I am sure not seeing me  for 15 days made it unhappy as it was the first time I have left it alone, so it deserted me.

I could not forget it for a long time. The loss was just too much to bear.

Still in a corner of my heart there was a faint hope of getting it back.

Secretly I kept the search on.

Haiku- Friendship

True friend and friendship

Most rare and valuable gift

Treasure it with care