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Added to In Tandem
September 30, 2011
A Haiku For A Fitting End
September 27, 2011
An Incantation
The stairway to heaven
wouldn't find use here
needs, darker than a black soul
lost in the empty pages of time
forgotten lives for the killing
my soul seeks you Lucifer
entwined, entombed serpent coils
Embrace the vile in me and rejuvenate
An Incantation
The stairway to heaven
wouldn't find use here
needs, darker than a black soul
lost in the empty pages of time
forgotten lives for the killing
my soul seeks you Lucifer
entwined, entombed serpent coils
Embrace the vile in me and rejuvenate
Added to Gooseberry Goes Poetic, Magpie Tales
September 25, 2011
A Random Musing, A Rant And A Conversation Thrown In.
When life drops you a mango or two, Make a milkshake, and that's not quite your style Try a mango souffle....better still use the seeds to grow a tree, your grandchildren may end up saving their precious money and send you off, into the beyond, in style.
On to serious stuff (I am perfectly healthy, no worries there)....just pruning my blog tree list...realised that I have many who have abandoned their camps long ago, far too many poets to my liking, very few writers, book reviewers and movie/music review blogs. Those who find themselves at the short end of the chopping knife will hardly notice, they don't venture into the "dream" camp anyways.
Serious writers will help me realise how my own pathetic writing is good enough for the E publishing world...given that I plan to come out with my ebook collections of short/flash fiction and poetry soon (six months, soon enough?). That scary task is not to appease the writer in me (maybe a wee bit) but for my mom and brother who have been my pillars of strength for longer than I can remember...I mean 37 is a long time isn't it to have your memories as pristine and crystal clear as they show in the movies?
At the very least, my nephews and nieces can say their aunt was a published author even if nobody outside the family downloaded her .99 cents books (just hyping up myself for the eventual failure that is the story of my life.)
Centusians who have braved all the crappy words above, succour is in sight because my dialogues are based on this very future scenario. Happy reading. ;)
“Hold your horses, the first outside sale so far, 99 were bought by family and you, my awesome friends!!!”
*Tikka - a North Indian delicacy eaten as dry starters or gravies with Indian breads
For Saturday Centus at Jenny Matlock's blog Off On My Tangent
On to serious stuff (I am perfectly healthy, no worries there)....just pruning my blog tree list...realised that I have many who have abandoned their camps long ago, far too many poets to my liking, very few writers, book reviewers and movie/music review blogs. Those who find themselves at the short end of the chopping knife will hardly notice, they don't venture into the "dream" camp anyways.
Serious writers will help me realise how my own pathetic writing is good enough for the E publishing world...given that I plan to come out with my ebook collections of short/flash fiction and poetry soon (six months, soon enough?). That scary task is not to appease the writer in me (maybe a wee bit) but for my mom and brother who have been my pillars of strength for longer than I can remember...I mean 37 is a long time isn't it to have your memories as pristine and crystal clear as they show in the movies?
At the very least, my nephews and nieces can say their aunt was a published author even if nobody outside the family downloaded her .99 cents books (just hyping up myself for the eventual failure that is the story of my life.)
Centusians who have braved all the crappy words above, succour is in sight because my dialogues are based on this very future scenario. Happy reading. ;)
“Can I take your order, m’am?”
“Will have three of these, four tikka platters and chocolate brownies. Later, when the others have arrived.” “A coffee latte now, thank you”
…….
“Long time, no see” "Have been really busy."
“Reks, you haven't changed a bit since I last you” “where is this new friend you raved about, that ex neighbour?”
“Caught in traffic, she will be here soon.”
“I am famished.” “Shouldn’t we wait?”
“Go ahead, she won’t mind.”
…….
“So what’s this news?”
“You are having an affair!!”
“Affairs are for the married remember”
“You are marrying again?”
“Bah!!” "Once bitten twice shy, should listen to old songs more often!!" “ Much better deal , I sold my first 100 books.”
“Finally, you did it!!”
“I told you, you were good” “Are you seriously ordering another martini?”“Hold your horses, the first outside sale so far, 99 were bought by family and you, my awesome friends!!!”
*Tikka - a North Indian delicacy eaten as dry starters or gravies with Indian breads
For Saturday Centus at Jenny Matlock's blog Off On My Tangent
September 22, 2011
An Ancient Story Retold
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She lay by the lakeside; in the moonlight casting no perceptible shadow against the glistening waters. Strangely restless and content, weaving and unweaving her matted coils…some stangled and twisted to hideous effect or laid as they were. Dark, tangled strings that reflected the surrounding gloom.
He had escaped far too often, she had let him live the ignorant dream…. his scent deadly yet irrestible …his high notes ripping her apart…
Letting him believe to be the victor in this ancient game she had perfected into an art. The night was their timeless friend, eternal enemy; bewitching , betraying, bespoken….rendering them puppets to mutual desire and hatred.
A secret dance, feverish glance lacking tenderness….wine and viper, stillness and motion, beast and prey circling in vanity and pride.
Soft footfalls, shodden grass groaning under the slight strain….picture perfect. They waited, glinting eyes and forked tongue for the sweet song to soothe and succumb to, for a little while.
Medusa and the nightly visitor, her lover and foe, evenly matched but tonight one would fall , the other would savour a shallow victory…..as he played his magical notes, the coils unravelled….inhabiting every inch of the tiny meadow that was their’s alone to claim.
Added to Magpie Tales 83
September 18, 2011
Haiku - 22
The year's end draws near /
Autumn leaves these trees threadbare /
Life's metaphor talks //
5-7-5
Haiku a Japanese poetry format....classical based on 17 syllables in three lines 5-7-5 or 10 syllables in 3-4-3 format.
By syllables in English based Haiku, we are talking of the syllables in each word...like Water is 2 sylabbles wa+ ter, Harmony has 3 syllables har+mo+ny.
Some modern poets don't stick to syllable style.
May I??
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Check out the others nursery songs out there.
Added to the meme In Tandem by Penny Smith aka Alias Jinksy where one uses words- poetry or tale to bring the image (an art work by her or other bloggers) to life.
* The background artwork in the Toon is her own . Do visit the other interpretations.
September 15, 2011
September 14, 2011
September 12, 2011
Haiku - 20
Enthralling, ethereal sight /
Magical floodlights for some /
Sunsets, my pleasure //
5-7-5
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