A Month of Mini Writing Challenges 2017
- Write a poem about boundaries or a boundary. Any length.

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A Month of Mini Writing Challenges 2017
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Friday Fictioneers– Hosted by Rochelle Wisoff.
( My story is actually not fiction story but i take this prompt as an opportunity to write about my mother and my favorite poet.)
PHOTO PROMPT © Shaktiki Sharma Thanks Shaktiki for this prompt, it reminded me of my childhood.
Mother used to tell me stories of saints while grinding spices and grains in the afternoon. My favorite was Saint Kabir’s.
She will sing his couplets and will explain its meaning.
She told me how Kabir was threatened by both Muslims and Hindus for criticizing them for their wrong interpretation of their religion.
She told me how that after his death Hindus and Muslims both went to claim his body but found nothing except some flowers instead of his body.
She explained that it is symbolic. Saints are above religion and caste. They are like flowers whose fragrance we should appreciate.
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There are numerous couplets/words of wisdom by Kabir, I remember two couplets prominently-
Pahan pooje hari mile, to mein poojo pahar
Taate ye chaki bhali peece khaye sansar.
(If one can meet God by worshiping stone then I’ll worship mountain. Grinding stone is better than that, at least world can grind grains and eat.)
Kankar, pathar jod ke Maszid layi chunay
Ta chade mulla bang de, kya bahara hua khuday
( With stones they build Maszid and shout his name from the roof top as if God has become deaf.)
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If God be within the mosque, then to whom does this world belong?
If Ram be within the image which you find upon your pilgrimage,
then who is there to know what happens without?
Hari is in the East, Allah is in the West.
Look within your heart, for there you will find both Karim and Ram;
All the men and women of the world are His living forms.
Kabir is the child of Allah and of Ram: He is my Guru, He is my Pir.
~ Kabir Translated by Rabindranath Tagore.
Write a new post in response to today’s one-word prompt
More atrocities have been committed in the name of religion than for any other reason.~
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said the power-hungry politicians, religious heads to their followers
Daily Prompt- For Posterity– Your blog just became a viral sensation. What’s the one post you’d like new readers to see and remember you by? Write that post.
Wow! That’s a good news. I would like my new readers to read and remember me by the following post.
PLEA OF A CHILD
I am born innocent, full of love and peace.
I am born neither Hindu, Muslim, Christian nor Sikh, Jain or Buddhist.
You brand me with a label of religion without me knowing what a religion is.
Instead of teaching me love, friendship, compassion and compatibility, you teach me to hate people of other religions.
You teach me to hate people of other religion, ideology , colour, caste and creed.
I request all the teachers, parents and elder person, please stop teaching me anything.
There will be differences between us as no two people can think alike but we will manage.
We will play, fight and make up if we are not taught to carry on fights on the basis of ego and arrogance.
If you stop fighting with each other and start living in peace and harmony we will automatically learn that.
Five Sentence Fiction – Fenced
Our houses had a common wall, a very big veranda covering both the houses without any wall to bar us from going to each other’s house whenever we like.
For years our different religions were not an obstacle in our close friendship and life was great fun celebrating all festivals together, going to market, school, and picnic together.
Who could have thought that a little dispute between two communities, which did not even concern us, will give way to a riot and mar our very old friendship?
A fence was raised overnight between our veranda to stop us children from going to each other’s house.
Do elder’s ever think how do we children feel when religions stand as a barrier between our friendship, how helpless, miserable we feel?
Prompts for the Promptless – Ep. 11 – Remake!
There comes a stage or rather age in life
Where aspiration, expectations, and needs
All merge into each other and you aspire,
Expect and need a world,
Without hunger, poverty and sickness
A world
Without boundaries, discrimination and terrorism
A world full of
Love, compassion, and friendship
A world where religion is compatibility and respect for each other
A religion which embraces every one with open heart.
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Mental Health & Self-care Advocacy
A community for nomads rejecting the Status Quo and rebelling against Mediocrity...
and takes pictures, and travels, and...
Gentle and feasible through a healthy posture and harmonic movement in training and everyday life
It's all about perspective......
Poetry and Flash Fiction
Moda-Creative thinking
The best Shayri, poetry, Story,philosophy , blogs & novel Writer
A little bit of everything
Focus Hocus Pocus
writing fantasy for your entertainment
Life in progress
Lets Go Nuts Together
Loose End of the Red Thread
An open experiment in creative fiction by Stuart Nager
Great Blue Herons: A study in patience and grace
Creative Exploration in Words and Pictures
Through life and strife, all may still thrive.