IBMC Challengers – September 2017

This is a summary post of challengers who have completed or on-going with the Incredible Blogger Marathon Challenge for the month of September 2017. The challenge was instantiated in the early second week of April 2016 and a part of WordPress Event which can be found HERE.

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Krithika from the blog Wings Unlimited is the Forty Second blogger to complete this challenge.  She has some amazingly put heart felt posts out there. They are fun read. The first one can be found here: I am So I am.

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Smiti from the blog The Drifting Satellite is the Forty Third Blogger to complete this challenge. She writes beautiful poems and her posts are informative. There is sea of information out there. The first post can be found here: The Beginning.

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‘Thank you’ to all who have taken/been taking the challenge and to all who have liked them. Feel free to take up the challenge if it excites you!

A list of all the completed challengers can be found HERE. 

My, Mine, Song

I have a song,
My mind hymns it,
My heart dances it.

I don’t have a tune,
Which I can express,
But it’s there,
I can feel it,
I can label it.

The song of chaotic,
The song of breeze,
Like in rejoice,
Air breathes it.

That song, the one I have,
It is a song,
For its lyrics update,
Every single day,
The way I change.

That one song,
Which I am yet to tag,
World might name it,
The song of my life!

 

About Good Things

Then,
At some part of life you realize that,

Because that definition of good, defined by others, might not just feel right. This situational goodness is definitely a thing!

They are difficult to explain. But they come, stay, give experiences and part!

A Conversation

Written for daily post prompt: Circle

Me: Hey Circle!
Circle: Hello You!

Me: I want to write something about you. Any tips?
Circle: Explain my geometry!

Me: Na!  Too lame!
Circle: Talk about my features

Me: No one would be interested
Circle: Talk me as a metaphor. Talk about the circle of life. About good and bad things and how they circle!

Me: Many others are writing about it. Poems too. I want this to be unique. Any other suggestions?
Circle: Talk about reinventing the wheel. How the old changes to new and generation celebrates the old. It’s all a cycle!

Me: That’s not as interesting as well. I want something quick, something neat.
Circle: Color me!

Me: Oops! < …Silence… >

Me: Hey Circle!
Circle: Hello You!

Me: I want to write something about you. Any tips?

Don’t Be Surprised!

Dear Me,

One fine day, someone might take your photograph, crop and edit a few things and share it saying you have a cancer asking people to like and comment. Don’t be surprised. Just like you liked a photo shopped snake with three heads, you will have to like this too!

One fine day, someone will start spreading all bad things about you. You might never know how they will convert one of your treasured memories to a rumor that will burn you right from heart to mind. Don’t be surprised. You will have to accept your story just like you believed and accepted someone else’s story.

One fine day, you will hear bad stories about your favorite hero. You might not easily trust them. You will start searching for things which say, that was not the truth. Sit back and think, was your behavior the same when you heard bad stories about someone whom you did not like. Don’t be surprised!

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One fine day, one who made you smile, will make you cry. Accept it the same way, the very same way you accepted the smile. Don’t be surprised. You are crying only because back then, you had smiled.

One fine day, you will feel alone. You will feel there is no one for you and you are on your own. All your thoughts get trapped. You will feel a few things have started making sense at the moment which once did not. Don’t be surprised. Everyone goes through this. But not everyone shares it. Intelligent ones know that it is a passing cloud.

One fine day, you will get humiliated. People, who used to laugh at your back, now laugh on your face. Though you show it out with smiling face, you heart sits inside like a questioned monkey. Don’t be surprised. Accept it. You have laughed once too.

One fine day, life will bring you realizations. You will understand what ‘mature’ means and the true essence of it.

One fine day, you will fall in love. Really! Accept with open arms.

Don’t be surprised!

Scent and Sweet – Haiku

This post is written for Ronovan Writes Weekly Haiku Challenge Number 168.  The words given for this week to write a haiku are scent and sweet.

the scent of sweet love,
is the smell of the loved one,
the scent of pure love.

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Syllables Per Line: 5 7 5

The Hands up Protocol

This post is written for Three Line Tales Week 87 hosted by Sonya. The challenge is to write a three line tale for the supplied image.

photo by Bryan Minear via Unsplash

“When you are angry, raise your hands, keep it back on your mouth” Said the leader in his speech.

A hand went up from the crowd and a gun shot was heard leaving behind a dead silence.

Then another hand went up, only to fall down, sinking and splashing in blood.

Witty Procrastinator

Witty is not the brain,
Which always finds an excuse!

Witty is not the brain,
Which tells it’s okay to be lazy!

Witty is not the brain,
Which often forgets!

Witty is not the brain,
Which postpones and delays!

Witty is the brain,
Well, Wait!
I will tell you tomorrow!

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Written for the daily post prompt: Witty

The Adventures of Tom Sawyer – Book Review

A magical piece from Mark Twain.

Tom Sawyer is a naughty kid. A happy go lucky kid. He is going to make a great grandfather having numerous adventurous stories of his own to tell his grand kids.

What a book! What a delight to read! Every page is entertaining. Captures the childhood days elegantly. The books ends wanting one to read more.

 

Beyond Dreams

Dreams are the most quite things. You don’t talk or think about it a day, they silently disappear. They don’t feel bad even if you don’t touch them on for years. They are the most humble and modest creatures created ever. They prefer low talks. They prefer to stay behind the curtains for a long time. They prefer to show up only when they find meaning.

When we embrace them, they are the most joyful things. They bring the world together. They make one see the most meaningful things of life. Something unexplained, something larger than life.

Dreams are as well dramatic. If we are not talking about them on daily basis, then no else is. They die soon. When they die, the best part is ‘nothing happens’. Nothing changes. No one mourns. Thousands and more die every day. The one thing which everyone is most successful at is killing dreams.

How many have you killed so far? How many can find a life again? If you are not talking about it then no one else is.