For Monday Morning Writing Prompt @ http://liv2write2day.wordpress.com the theme this week “May”
MONTH OF MAY
tangy unripe mangoes
lingering scorching summer
ready to pounce
May means bracing yourself
icecream trolleys
fruit juice
milkshakes and cold drinks
May means embracing chill.
sharmishtha basu
1.6.11
For Monday Morning Writing Prompt @ http://liv2write2day.wordpress.com the theme this week “texture, check the details in Victoria’s blog)”:
The story is here:
http://magicthought.wordpress.com/2011/05/18/the-secluded-heaven/
and the poem is:
Old books
Racks full of them,
Some with new covers,
Some old, rough, shedding
I used to run my palm
On their coarse, smooth body.
Dreaming before opening
Where will they take me….
In a land of dreams
Or a land of real dreams
May be somewhere just close!
Picking at least four together,
Then some packs of snacks
Finally the escape to roof
With my walkman and a mat
Hours of dreamy solitude!
Reading, dreaming mulling,
With sweet interludes
Of watching clouds, birds
Listening to a song
Then coming downstairs-satiated!
For Monday Morning Writing Prompt @ http://liv2write2day.wordpress.com the theme this week “headline in newspaper, check the details in Victoria’s blog)”:
Atrocities
It’s so easy to crush
The protest of people
Too poor to buy law
Too feeble to buy order!
Let’s strip them off
Once more in the name of nation,
Crush them to dust
And usurp everything they own.
By the time of next election,
Most probably they will starve to death,
If they still survived
Well may be we will offer them jobs.
Right now, the contractor is more precious,
He is the one, who will make us happy,
What can these farmers do for us?
Other than being the face on the poster!
Well, they look so alike any way,
In their rags and tattered clothes,
If these all die and are replaced
No one will even notice the change.
It’s a fashion in India to play games with environment, one of the games is destroying acres of cultivable land; it’s easy; the farmers are too poor to protest. All they have to do is throw them out of their own lands and usurp it.
Sometimes some good politicians join their sides but the land is rarely saved from destruction. By the time the protests start the land is already ruined. This arrogant highhandedness of administration is really repulsive.
I think severe punishments should be given to administrations that play game with environment.
The story is here:
http://magicthought.wordpress.com/2011/05/13/the-headline-for-mmwp/
For Monday Morning Writing Prompt @ http://liv2write2day.wordpress.com the theme this week “a photograph- please check the photo in Victoria’s blog)”:
Grandpa
One generation
Crumbled and sweet
Like a fragrant tissue paper
The other one
Fresh, sweet and supple
Like a juicy fruit
Smells like an orchard
Full of life and warmth
The story is here:
http://magicthought.wordpress.com/2011/05/03/grandpa-for-mmwp/
For Monday Morning Writing Prompt @ http://liv2write2day.wordpress.com the theme this week “symbols and dreams (please check Victoria’s blog for details)”:
wings
I was flying
Not for the first time,
One more time it was
I was kissing the clouds,
The wind was rocking me
Gently up and down
Just like a swing
But I was in control
I travelled for miles
In dreams we cant count hours
Finally exhausted with happiness
I came down to earth
And came out of my sleep.
I needed to break free
Of the vicious circle around me
My heart, my soul gave me the wings
In my dreams it inspired me.
There was a time in my life when I came to know what hell on earth is. I used to dream of flying – almost every day. A few years ago I read in a website that dreaming of flying means you want to break free of your present situation.
For Monday Morning Writing Prompt @ http://liv2write2day.wordpress.com the theme this week “flash fiction or poem using these words (some or all of them):
INDIGO ~ AMBROSIA ~ SCENT ~ DAUNTING ~ SHIMMER ~ BLAZE ~ WHIMSY ~ WHISPER
”.
Whimsy
Indigo skies
come alive in your eyes
they shimmer softly like in winter dawn.
the scent of your skin
dipped with ambrosia
the daunting arrogance
of your tempting lips
fire blaze
lightning flashes
in your eyes
a storm brews some times
then they get whimsy
like a monsoon night
when the skies ponder
whether to pour down
or just deprive
and they whisper
without speaking a word
like the blue sky
spread from one horizon to the other one
above a green meadow
enclosed in the arms
of proud mountains high.
For Monday Morning Writing Prompt @ http://liv2write2day.wordpress.com the theme this week “flash fiction”.
“It’s not that I’m trying to keep it a secret. “
“It’s not clandestine—not exactly.”
“It’s just a harmless secret.”
“one like secret fetish for chocolates”
“even when they add another extra kilo”
“to my already too many extra kilos.”
“one of those harmless secrets..”
“that lie buried inside our hearts”
“and retire with us to our grave”
“undisclosed, undisturbed…..”
the flash fiction for victoria is here:
http://magicthought.wordpress.com/2011/04/14/the-secret-side-for-mmwp/
For Monday Morning Writing Prompt @ http://liv2write2day.wordpress.com the theme this week “Haibun”.
“Pixie” I called out. He stopped on the wall, stared at me and then jumped to the other side.
“Silly cat! I have better things to do!” I mumbled and dropped the curtain.
An hour later I lifted the window and there she was, eating the leftovers!
it was not pixie,
may be his twin or sibling,
stunning resemblance.
First time she bolted, within a week she started to eat from me, within another week she gifted me with her two kittens.
It was touching to see how she taught them to stay with me when she left for her personal reasons. Finally she left them with me and disappeared.
she is gone forever,
her gift stays with me till date,
gift of love and trust.
For Monday Morning Writing Prompt @ http://liv2write2day.wordpress.com the theme this week “full circle”.
eager to love
born in wrong world,
an ordinary being,
too eager to love,
love- hoping for love.
Shunned almost everywhere,
people look for
“profitable relationships”
not love.
Bitterness engulfed after years,
but one day he realized
the love he thought was wasted
was not wasted at all.
The Mother who watched him
all through the years
stored that love inside him
made him love’s reservoir.
For Monday Morning Writing Prompt @ http://liv2write2day.wordpress.com the theme this week “spring”.
Spring (Basanta)
peacock flowers in burning red,
gulmohars have set the tree tops on fire,
flames of flamboyant fly in air,
spring settles down in India.
asoka, the flame of forest
decorates the leafless branches,
eyes that has seen that beauty,
muse that they don’t miss the leaves.
Just like small suns, they deck up,
leafless bare trees of Asoka,
as if the tree truly is in flames,
imagine an entire forest of them.
that burning red touches the hearts,
the king of seasons rituraj basant,
slowly settles down in hearts
displays itself in holi colours.
the festival of colours to rhythm with,
the riot of colour in nature,
the whole world gets painted
in colours, beauty and cheers.
the flames in trees indicate
scorching summer looming in horizon,
till then relish the beauty
the flames without scorching fire.
For Monday Morning Writing Prompt @ http://liv2write2day.wordpress.com the theme this week Natural phenomenon
Sharat (autumn)
The gray skies are gone,
gone is the music of rain
pouring down in steady shower
for hour after hour.
Now the clouds are bidding goodbye,
rain is riding white clouds
ivory white clouds sail softly
in the purest, bluest sky.
the distant horizons rumble
echoing the sound of their goodbye
as the dark clouds and rain fly
far away leaving sharat behind.
the flowers of Kash (grass) dance
lighting up the river banks
their white, fuzzy head
look like droplets of white clouds.
For Monday Morning Writing Prompt @ http://liv2write2day.wordpress.com the theme this week
flash fiction within 100 words
botched plan
The sunrise was brilliant that morning.
Such an odd day for them to even think
a thing such macabre as was their plan
they quickly started the action
the car was parked at the right place
people coming in and out of the gate
were oblivious of their plan
they hid themselves in a distant lane
watched the car and pressed the button.
after a few moments of expectation,
the teenage rogue fumed,
“It did not worked!”
They never knew why it did not
but the smart shopkeeper supplied them,
a fake remote not worth a single dime.
For Monday Morning Writing Prompt @ http://liv2write2day.wordpress.com the theme this week is
birth and death
a new being
takes birth inside us all
the old one dies
For Monday Morning Writing Prompt @ http://liv2write2day.wordpress.com the theme this week is superbowl (American football or gridiron)
super bowl
super bowl, a football
that uses hand and feet
hmph! that does it!
I don’t want to analyze.
Was never the one glued to TV
when our cricketers paraded
in and out of the green pitch
I was the one sitting out in sun.
I was always the nightmare
to my cricket crazy folks
one who could barely remember
the names of players, forget rules.
wanted to take a bite in hand-foot ball
could not get much insight
just flew above my head
guess I am just not sport addicted type.
Sharmishtha basu
7.2.11
For Monday Morning Writing Prompt @ http://liv2write2day.wordpress.com the theme this week is
dreamer
a traveler to the land of dreams
faeries come every night
down to his eyes by the stairs
stretched by moonbeams.
his awaken fingers capture that
land filled with sweetest dreams
trees of gold, emerald leaves
rivers of molten crystal, sapphire sea.
sometimes his heart reflects on canvas
sometime it expresses itself on sheet
his dreams take wing through colours
or by words they take their wings.
call him a poet, a painter or someone else
to me he is messenger of dreamland
a dreamer with blessed fingers
that can capture his dreams on canvas or paper
Sharmishtha basu
2.2.11
For Monday Morning Writing Prompt @ http://liv2write2day.wordpress.com the theme this week is “Grieving”:
Misha 24.1.11
Tags: poem, poems, poetries, poetry, writings, feelings, thoughts, sharmishtha (trisha) basu, sharmishtha basu, musings, ponderings, grief, pet, misha, spitz, loss
it struck all of a sudden
it came out of nowhere
snatched away that sunshine
that sweetest ball of hair.
I believe the fault was mine
I forgot you were bound to go
your time will come before mine
you will have to leave me and go.
oh how I was afraid to see
places where you snuggled up
those blank places used to bite me
I thought that gap wont fill up.
I could feel you snuggle up against me
in the dark of night, in my bed
so many times you haunted me
I just could not wipe you out of my head.
its been a decade since you are gone
somehow my heart says to me
tonight you will not be gone
you will be in my dreams for me.
Sharmishtha basu
24 .1.11
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Chinese connection (an etheree) 10.1.11
This week the theme is: “any thing Chinese”
http://liv2write2day.wordpress.com/2011/01/10/monday-morning-writing-prompt-4/
A
harsh Truth
truly harsh
Can’t be denied
Had a lot of grudge
For their cruelties
On their own and neighbours
And then I read a touching thing
Lotus is their July flower
Loved this Chinese connection for a change
Sharmishtha basu
10 .1.11
