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Depth

Sometimes we bury our self deep,
and refuse to get out,
the world outside is scary for us,
without a mere doubt,
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fiction and poetry, lost, Love, pain, Poetry, Writings

Wounded

Wounded are we,
not from the cuts,
neither from scars,
but from words of someone,
now very far,
whose name is a flashback,
of a life dreamt,
and lost,
but somehow,
one gets used to them,
every night.

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Veracity Challenge

Hola Friends,It’s been an exciting week,i had surprise trips that kept me busy, finally me back to work. This week i was challenged by Soumya (https://livinglifewithsoumi.wordpress.com/) to write a complete paragraph without the use of adjectives,The rules:

1) Write a paragraph without using a single adjective.

2) Keep the link of the original Veracity Challenge in your post (so that the creator of the challenge may receive a pingback).

3) Anyone can join the challenge, you don’t have to be nominated!

4) Nominate 6 Bloggers for this challenge

“Beauty”

Clouds,
thunder,
lightning,
drizzle,
dogs running,
people watching,
me thinking,
over a coffee,
to write,
then i decide,
not today,
it is not right,
to skip a beauty,
and fail to create another,

For nominations,every writer with word ticking his mind is free to write and accept this challenge. 🙂

fiction&writing, Freehand Writing, Poems, Poetry

Path

All bodies await,
the burning over pyre,
the cycle will go on,
till there is desire,

Amidst the flame and fire,
lives turn to ashes,
the material body is an illusion,
soul is freed in flashes,

The path of life,
ends here,
and new paths unravel,
it is a mystery indeed,
for which the soul travels.

fiction and poetry, food, Life, Love, Poetry, Writings

Poem + Food

Hot Coffee with chocolate,
a packet of chips,
screw the diet plan,
ignorance is the bliss,

writing is easy,
with food around,
I think better when,
my stomach is sound,

chocolates and cakes,
truffles and shakes,
I now wonder why,
GRRM has such a good waist,
(George R.R.Martin,Writer, A Song of Ice and Fire)

with so much eating,
and keyboard on fire,
i feel the urge to sleep,
my utmost desire,

stuffed till the neck,
with food and love,
the heart sings a rhythm,
so melodious,

as I pass to my dreamy world,
I see words dancing,
all-seeing me at once,
like cute puppies glancing,

I pick the one, whose rhythm matches my heart,
the writing isn’t over,it’s about to start,
as soon as I wake up, keyboard’s again on fire
with words all over from the dreamy world supplier,

fiction and poetry, Poems, Poetry, Writings

Tears of the Valley.(Kashmir)

A valley somewhere,
cries for the lost soul,
the soul wanders,
in the snow-capped mountains,
over the beautiful lakes,
picks a colourful flower,
amidst the gunshots,
amidst the pain,
be it the freezing wind,
or the incessant rain,
he comes back,
seeing himself lie, bullet-ridden,
with no one to bury,
he keeps the flower,
and ponders,
Heaven was made for everyone,
for those who have love in the heart,
it’s the greed that made me die,
when I could have lived,
at the “Heaven on the Earth.”

Articles, fiction and poetry, Random thoughts, Writings

Ice cubes

What if we were ice cubes,
floating in a bowl of life,
some drift to the edge ,
some drift to the right,
all waiting to melt,
some untimely day,
life would be felt,
as we disappear,
and become a part of it,
to let others float,
in a colder place,
better for others and
more of life.

Writings to Heaven

Shashank Bhardwaj

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