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Do we thank enough for what we have? Are we content or do we keep complaining for our unfulfilled desires? Do we appreciate what we have or do we undermine our accomplishments by resenting for our wishes that couldn’t be effectuated?
just push your sorrows aside and let your rage melt let your past rest in past let your future wait till you reach there take a deep breath and take a vow to live for the moment with hope and vigor there’s much more to life than tears and treason you can make all … Read more
Grace is hosting Quadrille Monday this time at dVerse, And it is the 6th anniversary of dVerse! Congratulations to all the hosts. Their efforts are truly appreciated. We’re on Week #36 and the prompt word is “flicker.” Paul suggested to deepen the challenge by including all the words prompted in 36 weeks. Past words in this series were pepper, dance, bubble, … Read more
Today is the last day of NaPoWriMo! I can’t believe I’ve been writing a poem everyday for a month. A big thanks to Maureen for successfully hosting another year of NaPoWriMo by constantly motivating and guiding us by providing interesting prompts each day! And finally, our final prompt – at least until next year! Today, we … Read more
Life may not thrive expectedly, Reckon it as learning Road may not be even, Ascertain from pitfalls It may not always be sunny, Rejoice the rain and stars Friends may not always welcome you, Revere the silence and solitude Love may not reciprocate your feelings, Value the one who loves … Read more
Our past is responsible to a great extent in shaping our lives- our thought process, our conduct and our attitude. We must understand that life is a mixed bag for everyone. All of us are granted our share of happiness, struggles, pain and success. What we choose ourselves is: how we deal with it? Agony or … Read more
I have written prose poetry this time. Hope you like it!
Deserting me in solitude,
With arrogance and attitude,
Abandoning signs of gratitude,
Tormenting me like destitute,
Swearing never to return,
How could he even yearn?
The ship of my life was about to sink,
My courage abandoned me without a wink,
My future looked obscure, I could see no cure,
Yet my faith in Almighty was eternally pure!
