A sky so blue, coloured like the morning dew,
And violets hung their heads - heavy in cue.
Two birds fought in the crossfire,
And blood, dripping like tendrils, united each other.
|Yeah, I took it. :) **C**|
I wanted to theme this poem around the irony of a "Happy Diwali".
I am so sorry because I wasn't able to blog for like, DAYS! It was mainly because I was out of station (vacations) and also my exams were going on! So I'd a tight schedule for many days and now I'm relieved!
I fell like writing blank verses now 'cause I think they spread the message/meaning of the poem much better than a rhyming one. Personal
Response to a prompt at 3WW.
This post is a response to a prompt at 3WW & a part of my 30 Day Letter Challenge. :)
I know. I haven't done this "30 Day Challenge" in a proper sequence. As a matter of fact I think I'm continuing this almost after a whole year!
But I promise you now that I'm somehow going to complete this challenge within 30 days! (let's hope, please!)
~For a Friend.
Have you ever wondered what you’ll write about today? You have your document open and your eyes are just glued to the blinking cursor wonder what to actually write and if it would be worth a read.
Even though there might be so much to write about such as Anna Hazare’s “half victory” (like I couldn’t care less) or maybe the gashing (and turning out to be quite irritating) rain over the past few weeks which has no mind of letting down or so many much more!
But you’re still staring at a blank document.
The amazing photo you've seen was a pic taken by me. The quote was taken from a book which my bro gave and it is just amazing!
I mean it's just a book, with nothing but billions of quotes! *click*.
I fear that I’ll forget things that I should not. I fear that all these memories which I have, and are so precious to me, would one day just – poof disappear into the dark abyss.
Response to a prompt at 3WW #248.
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I don't know if you might like this because it doesn't even sound rhyming to me. I just wanted to write a "poem" (I hoped!) based on our 5 senses. Well I'm glad that I did that and now this also happens to be a sonnet (a poem with 14 verses exact) now! :D© Image by me. From my flickr.
Oh and by the way you see the pic in this post, I took it! :) It really does look like the petals are falling right (lol! reality check - they are not! :P) ? :D I took it with MY VERY OWN CAM (digi unfortunately)! So very proud of what I have done though. :)
You should see my flickr sometime. I'm posting my daily pics in it. Some might find them interesting while other might not. Also read the captions I hae for each of them! It's like writing a v.v.v.mini story and it's just awesome! :')
Ten Things About Me
Ten People I Wanna Tag
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Okay I' sure that by now you all must have seen my new layout. I know I keep changing my lay really too often but I've decided to stick to this because formal, nice and had a kind colour ♥.
And so, all good packages come with some rules. And so does this blog.
First off it's best (awesome-est in fact) when viewed in Google Chrome. Firefox acts kind of cruel and Internet Explorer kills my blog! So please never view it in IE!
Second thing, there is a special font you should have in your system to view the fonts in this page properly. It's a korean font actually called SDKwangSoo M. Please download it!
Okay and this is pretty much it! :) Enjoy!
Nephilim: Children of Fallen angels. (Partly human partly angel)© image copyright & wiki info.
Outcasts: A particular rank of angels who stood next to Satan during the "revolt", but did not step into the underworld with him. Once the battle ended, they tried to return to heaven, but it was too late. Also when they tried to go to hell, Satan cast them out permanently, and left them blind. Nevertheless, the outcasts have a tremendous control of the other four senses (they are blind). In "torment", they chase Luce because they think that if they captured her, they will get back to heaven.
Shadows: Later named as 'Announcers' in the book can open portals to a person's past.
This is a poem/review of the book, Torment (sequel to Fallen).