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image courtesy: http://www.hinduonnet.com/ ABANDONING THE AGED IS AN ABOMINABLE CRIME!!! S ingle drop of water T hirsts a life dying A single loving word Y earning, old man survives I n hope of acceptance N eed of homely warmth G rowing aloof in rejection A fter lifelong loving L eft lonely is he I n sorrow and grief V ery jilting is destiny E nds living, awaiting death This has been written for the Z-A in 26 Days Challenge at 'I Rhyme Without Reason' and for the Acrostics Only Prompt # 10

Mystic spirit speaks Of magic potions, charts and djinns  Book of mystic incantations, THE SECRET GRIMOIRE OF TUWREL Book of mystic incantations, Of magic potions, charts and djinns  Mystic spirit speaks The spirit of the Grimoire, Tuwrel, as Laila called it had a mind of its own. Sometimes the energy in the attic was so vibrant that the book rose from the casket on its own, the minute Dorri Jun had raised the lid. The golden glow would appear like a beam casting shadows upon the walls. The pages would flip without Dorri Jun raising a finger and Laila could clearly see a halo around her grandma. Behold the magic, Learn the art of demystifying the unknown The spirit speaks forth It was beyond words to describe the glory of the moment, the power of the whispering voice. The mystical, magical incantations rose in the air like the sound of leaves rustling in the wind. Dorri Jun had told her that the voice and the sounds were audible only to their ears. “The cha...

wallsculptures.blogspot.com Designed on instinct The sculptor melds the motley parts Behold masterpiece This has been written for  One Single Impression Prompt#144: Meld and prompt #19: Instinct

It's very interesting to see these colourful messages written on the back of a racing Tonga at Juhu beach, Mumbai. To read more such wonderful boards from around the world visit  Saturday Photohunt

The cock with the crimson comb, Called out with great aplomb. Cock-A-Doodle-Doo, he said, "Wake-up you, sleepy head!" Before I'd begun to rise What a surprise! He gave a big burp, Saying "Ive gobbled them all up. Cock-a-doodle-doo! Not a worm left, poor you! The early bird I am And that's no sham." This poem has been written for the 'Z-A in 26 Days Challenge' at I Rhyme Without Reason 

 “Bebin!” Dorri Jun would say to keep Laila’s attention from straying away. Once she was sure that Laila was all ears Dorri Jun would continue.   In the privacy of the low ceilinged attic, Dorri Jun and Laila sat huddled over the Grimoire. The dank musty smell from the numerous old rugs, rolled into the corner, was nullified by a sweet smell emanating from the casket. Dorri Jun believed that like in a school, her teaching had to be all encompassing too. Laila had to know the history and the geography about, all the mathematics of, the new occult science she was being initiated to. Laila sat through all the lessons in a trance-like awe. The story of magic began with Zarat who was the first to discover this occult science around the year 6347 BC.  For centuries together, the ancient philosopher guarded his knowledge with his life. He slept only a few hours in the night and began his penance in the wee hours of the day. It was believed that he held communion with only ...

 Image courtesy: Link  Panders to senses Gambler lusts another win Advance shuffled deck Deck of cards allure Big money an addiction Tough is giving up This has been written for the Three Word Wednesday CCXVI & the Z-A in 26 Days Challenge at 'I Rhyme Without Reason'

Like a stranger would Shocked her fiance stood staring Her transformation Sans inhibitions The model walked to head ramp  In a gollywog wig This has been written for The Sensational Haiku Wednesday  Prompt: Inhibition, Haiku Heights Prompts  #18: Stranger &   ABC Wednesday Round 7: S

Image courtesy: Link One evening, Laila was sitting beside Dorri Jun in their central hall facing the main door, cracking betel nuts. Their neighbour’s daughter Erum came visiting with a plate full of seedless dates. “Dokhtare khoshkhel!” exclaimed old Dorri Jun welcoming the beautiful teenager into a warm embrace. “This girl is true to her name. She’s a vision of heaven itself, isn’t she?” Dorri Jun chortled, introducing Erum to Laila.   Laila was ten then and instantly enamored by Erum’s flawless beauty. Erum bent over to plant a delicate kiss on little Laila’s forehead. Laila got a whiff of the beautiful scent of Jasmines in her clothes and as she peered into Erum’s eyes she saw that they were as light as the crystal clear waters of the Karun River. Untill that day Laila had only heard of the neighboring Rashid Uncle’s daughter Erum and her accomplishments as the most graceful belly dancer in Ahwaz .  Erum had become quite a legend for she could do what every ...

F or that priceless moment I waited all alert R ight when he began S o slowly and steadily T ottering little feet came S tep by step baby T ried walking to mumma E ach step towards me P leasure felt beyond words S oaked in the moment This has been written for the Acrostics Only prompt # 6 and the Z-A in 26 Days Challenge at ' I Rhyme Without Reason'

image courtesy http://www.sxc.hu/        There was an old hardbound album that Laila’s mother kept in her cupboard. Each black sheet had a thin sheet of butter paper as a divider before you could get a glimpse of the next sheet. To Laila these creamy half transparent- half opaque sheets resembled Dorri Jun’s veil. The photographer seemed to have been very enthralled by Dorri Jun’s personality for each snap after the next in the album was an exquisite capture of her beauty and elegance. There weren’t any photographs from Dorri Jun’s childhood. They were all from her youthful days besides the very few found in the end of the album that were taken of the aged Dorri Jun, just before she died. " Dorri Jun never smiles in any of the pictures but there is something endearing about her, something very nice about her." Laila observed.  The cream, long, silken  Hijab  tightly wrapped around her head framed Dorri Jun’s slender, fair complexioned face. ...

Had I a hammock white, To tie betwixt two palms. I'd swing in it, all night. What a night it would be! Had I a hammock white, Rocking to the sea's lullaby. I'd swing in it all night, With the cool seaside breeze, Heaven on earth, alright! By day in it, I'd snooze, Had I a hammock white, Left to me and my booze. On a sunny afternoon, bright, A lazy siesta it would be, then I'd swing in it all night. Oblivious to the world's lies and spite, Surrounded only by beautiful blues, Had I a hammock white, I'd swing in it all night. A Villanelle is a nineteen-line poem consisting of a very specific rhyming scheme: aba aba aba aba aba abaa . The first and the third lines in the first stanza are repeated in alternating order throughout the poem, and appear together in the last couplet (last two lines). This Villanelle has been written for the Z-A in 26 days challenge at ' I Rhyme Without Reason'

Laila picks up the broom. Suddenly it feels as if cobwebs have sprung up in every nook and corner of the house. A fine layer of dust seems to have settled on everything, from the books on the shelves to the little riffraff on display in the glass case. The ceiling fan is creaking as it goes round and round at a very slow pace. “There must be a fluctuation in the electricity again”. Switching it off, Laila pulls the tall wooden stool standing on the terrace. The dragging makes a loud noise enough to wake old uncle Patrick, in the neighboring flat, from his afternoon siesta.    Laila is reminded by a bead of sweat tickling her right brow that this is the longest day of the year. The day has been extremely lack luster, too. She begins to dust the old fan that must have been white as a pearl when it was first hoisted up but not anymore. The paint has peeled off from the edges of the blades and the exposed metal is rusting. The top of the fan is carpeted with a thick layer of du...

Image courtesy : nikta.deviantart.com ‘I’ used in ego, Ego brings you down surely. Surely then is humbled pride. Pride that came with success, clearly. Clearly success is short-lived with ‘I’. ‘I’ is that stone over which you stumble. Stumble and fall that you may know. Know, that loved are only those humble! This has been written for the Z-A in 26 Days Challenge at 'I Rhyme Without Reason'

Jack and Jill, Sat on the sill, Eating bread and honey. He cracked a joke, Gave her a poke, She thought that was so funny. Jack and Jill In song they trilled Their dads had loads of money. A hop and a skip, Around the world trip, They tanned on beaches sunny. Jack and Jill, In denim and frill, Were like a hare and bunny. They never did much,  Their story was such, That's the magic of money! This has been written for the Z-A in 26 days Challenge at  'I Rhyme Without Reason'  

S trange tongue the Aussie guy spoke L ingo unknown to her folk A sked they, serious is this N o worries! Dinky-Di this is G od! Talked a code language,this bloke The Slang Glossary for the uninitiated: No worries! :  Australian for It's Okay! Dinky-Di : Australian for genuinely Bloke: British slang for man A  limerick  is a five-line  poem, humorous in intention,where l ines 1, 2, and 5 of Limericks have seven to ten syllables and rhyme with one another. Lines 3 and 4 of Limericks have five to seven syllables and also rhyme with each other. Limericks are fun!!!! This has been written for the Acrostics Only  Limerick Prompt # 8