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  I'd be lying, If I said, I don't care About what I wear! I am honest, When I say, I notice your shoe, Before I see you! What I expect, Is bigger than your gift, Valued in money, Not your love honey! It's the truth, Nobody can deny, This world is materialistic, Judgemental and plastic. Am I wrong, In blaming society, For the twisted and fake, Facades that we make. Isn't it true, The real self, We don't ever show, Nobody will know! The tongue speaks sweet, But the eyes don't smile, The friends we make, Are for company's sake. A thousand secrets and a million lies, To live one life, How terribly brave, To carry it all in our heart to our grave!

    Book Title:  Mashenka Author:  Agnia Barto Translated from the Russian by Avril Pyman Drawings by  Willi Trubkovich Publisher:  Progress Publishers 1976 Printed in the Union of Soviet Socialist Republics My Rating:  ***** 1/100 MASHENKA by Agnia Barto With this book my 6yo son + 3yo son (Together known as 'Udhishu'!) + I have set off to complete the  ‪#‎ 100bookpact‬ . This book is a Russian publication- a 1980 EDITION! So it basically means this book has been in existence even before I was born. The whole of December carries the mood of Christmas for me.(Its also my birthday and hence the celebrational mood is in an overdrive! Teehee.... ) So what better time than this to let my children-Udhishu, inherit this book? I clearly remember Pa gifting me this poetry book among a huge pile of other great books for my third or fourth birthday and then mum would pick out one book for me and read from it. *Nostalgia* I am immense...

http://www.gettyimages.com/ W hen evening breeze blows O h! how romantic it is W istful, mellow, its tickling Have begun blogging again and heres my first Acrostic Haiku for the month of March, posted for Innovative Prompt C:  W OW and Breeze, Mellow, Tickle

 http://www.gettyimages.com/  Welcome at Christmas Stuffing stockings, jingling bells Santa and his elves WELCOME AT CHRISTMAS Santa and his elves Stuffing stockings, jingling bells Welcome at Christmas Christmas time of cheer Dear Santa goes ho-ho-ho Sleighing songs can you hear DEAR SANTA GOES HO-HO-HO Sleighing songs can you hear Dear Santa goes ho-ho-ho Christmas time of cheer  This has been written for ABC Wednesday Round 7 : W Carry On Christmas : Dear Santa and Spreading Smiles

http://www.gettyimages.com/ Appraising my self for dabbling in those risks Utter stupidity They see a lean  fool  As I wait for time to tell Patient and  still This has been written for Prompt #22: Self Three Word Wednesday : dabble, lean, utter Prompt # 147: Stillness

D ecessive asset to merchantilism U rban innovation and multiculturalism B ehold the fantastic development A wesome within decade span I nspiring   amazement Arabian land This has been written for Acrostic Only Prompt # 12

Verity of the Indian Farmer’s life.... Image: Link C hallenged by poverty, struggling H olding onto hope, dreaming A nonymous face, ignited mind S imple soul, destiny's child I n search of success N ot shaken by failure G reat faith in Providence   D reams of comfortable life R ests not, continuous strife E ver to rise above A ll adversities and grow M ay he never contemplate S uicide; dreams must realise Very noble is that hand That gives dreams a turf to land This has been written for the Acrostic Only Prompt # 10 & The ABC Wednesday Round 7

Image Courtesy: Link R etro, Hip-hop and Trance A ll hit the floor I nto the night dance S uper DJ, music soars E ndless screaming, throats sore T ake decibels more higher H ot stepping, cool grooving E very heart on fire R eins broken, foot loose O ut for good reason O nset of party season F eisty merrymaking that enthuse  Image Courtesy: Link  This has been written for Acrostic Only Prompt #5

Truthful voice suppressed Materialistic life Not waving, drowning This has been written for Carry On Tuesday # 83 and for Prompt # 21: Life

M r. Copycat flipped pages of the book A nd in a jiffy, said after taking a look T hese standards are pretty simple to match C an pick poetry up like the mice I catch H ave to just go sit by the brook This has been written for the Acrostic Only Prompt # 8 and for some more : Flipping

www.clipartof.com S marting words spewed H urt sentiments and feelings O minous bad blood brewed R ude and brash dealing T emper spares no beloved F ights begin, fly sparks U ncontrollable anger unleashed around S topping impossible tantrum dark E mbers slowly cool, found This has been written for the Acrostic Only Prompt # 4

Image courtesy Bodhicitta N earer to God reach I nfinite strength in meditation H igher realm of existence I nner peace and contentment L osing attachment to materials I nward turns one's journey T ranquil soul in nothingness Y earning way to Moksha This has been writtten for Acrostic Only Prompt # 3

Untethered Floated away Unguided, unrestricted, free Asking for trouble, Silly ME This has been written for the ABC Wednesday Round 7 &  Sunday Scribblings # 244: Guidance

A wide-eyed dream, Is more like a vision, A soothing reverie, A fanciful musing, Of the future imagining, A picture now I can see. Can you see what I see? The future that I dream, World of my imagining, A heartening vision, A wishful musing, Let me stay in this reverie. A vague idea formed in reverie, It’s fruition I wish to see. Not a baseless musing, Not a worthless dream, It’s a positive vision, A united world in my imagining. Peaceful and free existence in my imagining, No conflicts over borders, in my reverie. I meditate on this vision, Hoping you too shall see, Share my wide-eyed dream, And join in this musing. Once it is everyone’s musing, Reconciliation I’m imagining, Then it’ll be time for this dream, To realize; rising from reverie, All will wake and see, Work to enliven this wonderful vision. Takes conviction for a vision, To not remain just a musing. End of terorrism and violence I see, Infinite lo...

Pablo Picasso's Old Guitarist E very day same humdrum X anten guitars monotonously strum A ll must hate routines S tereotypical ways are umpteen P ray may I break E ver I can't take R oads beaten and worn A nnoyed, I have sworn T hinking out of the box I rritating it is I coax O ut with the old N ew is real gold A personal Note:  I was at a Karaoke night in Goa some years ago. I  remember that night I was extremely exasperated with the way I had spent my day explaining my creative inputs as the Interior Designer of a project that I was working on. A Bavarian troupe was singing at the Karaoke and they actually helped me forget my woes. :) In the above acrostic I talk about a Xanten (German/Bavarian province) guitar that monotonously strummed which wasn't the truth. It is most unfair of me to mention it this way for this acrostic has been written in memory of that night when I'd fallen in love with those gorgeous German voices..:) This has been w...

Dan Mills Artwork E ver alert, scans Y onder side to spot a prey E agle's keen eye This has been written for Acrostics Only Prompt # 14

 Crests and troughs, Alas Course of true love never smooth Faith keeps me sailing This has been written for Carry On Tuesday #82 & Prompt # 20 : Faith

This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 17 ; the seventeenth edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following Blog-a-Ton . Dorri Jun’s face had a frozen expression. She stared deep into Erum’s eyes. It looked as if Dorri Jun was boring into the mind of the belly dancer through her beautiful blue eyes. Laila knew better. Laila imagined Erum’s past and future lying like an open book before Dorri Jun. Laila patiently watched on. Dorri Jun had scribbled onto some blank sheets of paper all that Erum had told her. Erum’s problems in taking her belly dancing career ahead were all noted in a neat hand .  After meditating a while on these passages, the expression on Dorri Jun's face was one of great satisfaction. Laila was  imagining the connection between her and the spirit of the Grimoire established successfully." Tuwrel must be whispering in her ears by now!" Laila...

B etters writer's prospects L ets freely express O usts one's fears G ets new peers G reat experience, enriching I mproving, inspiring, teaching N o getting bored G lean knowledge, hoard This has been written for the Acrostics Only Prompt # 2

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