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Challenge

Hey People.I went through the blog of (https://sparkofwriting.wordpress.com), I am pretty embarrased i don’t really know the name of the blogger 😦 but anyways, i saw her effort to the writing challenge, she tried her best and i thought for a while that i should give it a try. So here is my try. The topic was Photographs. 🙂

Photographs

I still remember the grayscale one,
with a multitude of memories,
the happiness and fun,
it layed in a frame enclosed,
telling a story untold,
how is it that even after all this,
I still look at the photograph,
and it takes me to the place,
like no one ever could,
the brisk air,
the heavy tides,
the lonesome roads,
the happy ride,
how the storm took over,
how things changed so fast,
now I stand trying hard,
to forget the image i have,
the grayscale one can be removed,
broken again like in the past,
yeah i did it too,
but the strength to do so,
has faded somewhere,
the memories hover,
uncontrolled,
is it because it can capture,
only the happiness,
even without colours,
it devours sadness,
i know somewhere it is true,
the grayscale one had me too.
Let it be,let it go
grayscale would remain for sure
7 min 30 sec, 152 words.

The topic was great, a culmination of art and writing could have been incorporated in it.
Rules-
) Open an MS Word document (or any other editor)
2) Set a stop watch or your mobile of 5-10 minutes.
3) Your topic is at the foot of this post, DO NOT SCROLL DOWN TO SEE IT UNTIL YOU ARE READY WITH A TIMER.
4) Fill the word document with as much words as you want. Once you began writing do not stop.
5) Do not cheat by going back and correcting spellings and grammar with spell check (it is only meant for you reflect on your control on sensible thought flow)
6) You may or may not pay attention to punctuation and capitals.
7) At the end of your post write down the number of words
8) Do not forget to copy paste the entire passage on your blog post with a new topic.

In the end I’m Nominating.
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Your Topic is Graveyard

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Desire, Freehand Writing, Imagine, india, Life, Poems, Poetry, Random thoughts, Stories, Writings

Wandering

When was the last time,
you actually wandered,
when you wanted to,
with just the soul,
for seeing the stars,
for facing the tide,
for the rainbows,
that never hide,
for paths that tell a story,
for mornings of glory,
for people you never met,
for stories you never heard,
for love never felt,
for knowing yourself,
like you never did,
if you ever want to,
then do it for sure ,
but,
without a purpose,
without seeing the time,
without remembering people you knew.
wander to know,
not the places,
but the places you belong to,
wander to know,
not people,
but the person
in the mirror.

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Stories, Writings

Wisdom of the Beast

It was early morning, a bit chilly for the northern part of the island. The fog was thin but held the surroundings cold. Dew was over the ground and one could hear the morning roar. It was ritual for Ya Cheng, he woke up and saw the sun gleaming faintly behind the thin fog as to pierce it. The fog dissolved with smell of fresh dew grass. But it wasn’t the sun ray that woke him up,he knew he had to be going,he bathed and chanted his thai prayers. He went to the cave and saw Rasha, the majestic Tiger had woken up or perhaps coudn’t sleep.It was somewhere in his mind that he like other tigers would be leaving soon. Mek,Thebaw,Yashin were deported to forests. Ya cheng understood his anxiousness,his reluctance to move out of the cave,to go out for a stroll in the quarry,to run in the water. Rasha knew he had it coming and so did Ya Cheng. It wasn’t easy for him either,he had raised him since he was a cub. He was a chubby adorable one, hand picked by Ya cheng. He was always running, always getting into troubles,loved to swim over the water. Officials brought him from the nearby village where his mother was poached.

Since then the Tiger Monastery was his home, The Beast was majestic but his heart seem to sway either ways. He coudn’t bear the idea of the forests,once it was sent four years ago. His poor survival instincts brought him back here. The Low population of Tigers in Thailand is a big worry and so is their mistreatment. Press Flooded the news with anxiety over the way they were kept in chains. Various groups now protested for Rasha to be free and let off.

Ya Cheng hurled his chains, but he was reluctant to walk, after force he came out and stood still as to make sure he wasn’t let off and rescued. He walked slower than he could and pondered the places, the quarry,the temple,the grasslands, the old pond. Ya Cheng was silent throughout. He coudn’t muster the courage to talk to him like he always did. He had once read in the scriptures,” The Heart yearns for not what it always wanted but for fear of losing what it always had”. He thought whether the beast understood any of the echoing chants when he lied beside him. He took him to the cave and patted his head one last time. He looked him in the eyes as if to say,”Fear not my friend,Life is as it seems ,unpredicatble and unforgiving, you cannot change it,”. Rasha closed his eyes and lied down.

Ya Cheng couldn’t bear seeing him tranquilised and being taken off the island. That night in sleep he thought,” Did the beast ever gave him a lesson, the scriptures never gave, as the heart after losing what it always had,,cannot yearn for what it want.” The Tiger Died a month after but Ya Cheng knew it from the beginning omniously from his eyes.Rasha’s eyes were as majestic as his wisdom that day, he thought.

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