Stamp – Spit? or Lick?


On a random day, I met a fool,
I stand there, see random rules.
Then I say,
That’s not, what was said,
That’s not, what was done,
That’s not, how it looks!
That’s not, how it happened.

I hear pointless laughs and mocks,
I feel like my own dirty socks,
Then I think,
And certainly understood,
For I opened my mouth,
I was the fool, on a random day!

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Little ol’ me



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Its April of 2017 and Day 12 of A to Z Challenge. I am doing Idiom a day and 8 line poem for the idiom.


Idiom: Little ol’ me

Meaning: read as ‘little old me’. It is a way of referring to one self that is meant to be modest or self-deprecatory, though often fake, attempt to be ironically humble or imply modesty

Poem:
I have no patterns,
I have no plans.
I am celebrated,
For unpredictability,
For disorganization.
Stop looking for logic,
Little ol’ me, my mess,
Randomness.


Note: All the challenge prompts can be found HERE.

Randomness Mess


This Post is written for the Incredible Blogger Marathon Challenge. The challenge has 10 tasks and this is the third one.

IBMC #03: Risk for a Random Challenge is a challenge where we are supposed to write ten random sentences that can bring smiles. (Check the link for more)

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Here goes my prompt:


The red forest had black and white trees. While the magician had rabbits and crows. It was noticed that the square wheels were on fire. While it rained dogs and cats, she was angry because she was not invited for the parliament elections.  But the company was running only on the wireless telephone calls. He had seen a ghost, they say. He had agreed to everything she had said while they were dancing in a party. Still, there were elephants flying. There was no risk in eating the ice cream on the electric mains. However, I must say, a very happy new year.


Feel free to take up the challenge if interested.

2 Minute Poem


This Poem is written for Indispire, Edition number 81indispire

The task is to “write a 2 minute poem! Yeah Heard right! An INSTANT 2-minute poem, a simple, sweet, nicely rhyming poem, playing with words, not hard but easy, funny and cool, a relief to your mind, not to grind, but to find, a solace and some peace”

There is no menu,
And also the venue.
Theme, there is no one,
Just somehow get it done.

It’s instant,
Yet different.
Keep some rhyme,
And pass the time.

Not every day is Sunday,
Oye and Aye!
Can you pass the salt?
Okay, halt!

Heads up!
Time up!
#Piece.
Sorry #Peace.

Randomness and What?


In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Image Search.”

Pick a random word and do Google image search on it. Check out the eleventh picture it brings up. Write about whatever that image brings to mind.

The random word i picked was “random”. The 11th image was an interesting one from storyabout.com.

life_is_random

Life is random? why not? Because it cannot be tested. If we knew how to test, it cannot be random. This is interesting! When our life becomes monotonous, life keeps a small test as it knows we are not being random and its not fun. Those tests in life are the flags to say, “This is the Lesson. Go ahead”. The randomness has random amount of joy and sorrow. Life has random amount of randomness as well. Dance, eat, sleep, enjoy, plan, freak, hangout, help, serve and yes, pick them all out randomly!