Challenging myself - 'R' for Run, Run, Run

I am running a race, where the finish line keeps shifting ahead every time I have reached it. Time and again, you have reminded me that I am not good enough. That, the bars that define the standards have risen each time before I have reached them.

And I wonder what would happen if I stop running. What would happen if I run the other way? Run away!!! Never to return.

I appreciate all those people who leave their present tying it as their past and dive head first to embrace the unknown future. What reigns ahead, no one knows, but what rallies behind are those thorns, ready to pierce our relation beyond repair.

I see a storm brewing its way. Raging Thunderstorms and Rainfalls peek from those red dark clouds above, reflecting on these waters. But, there is always something to look forward to, when all this is over.

- A rainbow

This was in response to the blogging contest at - http://rachaelharrie.blogspot.com/2012/04/to-z-blogging-challenge-rachs-writing.html for a very creative contest there. The rules for the entry were Friday April 20 - Base your entry around the letter "R". Write a short story/flash fiction/poetry/other writing. The entry should be based on this picture and should be less than 150 words.

Challenging myself - 'Q'. An entry related to war.

Countries quote us as ‘Terrorists’. A war is upon us.

But there are just as many innocent people here as there are corrupt ones.

And it is just as is, in any other country out there in the world.

Yet, no one has any qualms about this war. I guess no one, but me.

How can it be so quiet on the outside,

When there is a shouting match going on inside?

How can there be bird chirps and tweets here,

When all that you hear on the land are gun fires?

How can the air be so much purer and fresher,

When all that you breathe out there is bomb smoke?

How can there still be clear waters here,

When there are rivers of blood flowing on the land?

How can life still go on so unchallenged here,

When, out there, death is just a quick matter of seconds?


This was in response to the blogging contest at - http://rachaelharrie.blogspot.com/2012/04/to-z-blogging-challenge-rachs-writing.html for a very creative contest there. The rules for the entry were  hursday April 19 - include three words starting with the letter ‘Q’ in your entry.  Write a short story/flash fiction/poetry/other writing. The entry should be based on this picture and should be less than 150 words.

Challenging myself - 'P' for Prayers

Prayers to the Sun God mark the beginning of a day in Hinduism.
The sun God is known as – Ravi, Bhanu, Aruna, Divakara, Dinakara, Surya, Aditya, Bhaskara, Mitra and a 108 other names.

Salutations to the lord, the one who reins the world on his vanquishing chariot pulled by a horse with seven heads, the provider of heat, light and seasons are in three forms.

• Sandhya Vandane is offering water to the God, “Argya Samarpane”. It is a daily ritual, done at dawn, standing in the water that is chest deep.
• Surya Namaskara, the salutations of prostrating before the lord is an ancient Hatha Yoga Asanasa practiced widely all over the world.
• Chanting of the revered Gayathri Mantra – 

Om bhūr bhuva svaha tát savitúr váren(i)yam
bhárgo devásya dhīmahi dhíyo yó naha pracodáyāt

"May the divine light of the Supreme Being illuminate our intellect, to lead us along a path of righteousness".

Salutations to you – Sun God, so that the day may start and end in peace.

This was in response to the Blogging contest at -http://rachaelharrie.blogspot.com/2012/04/to-z-blogging-challenge-rachs-writing.html .The rules for the entry were  Wednesday April 18 - begin and end your entry with a word beginning with the letter "P"  Write a short story/flash fiction/poetry/other writing. The entry should be based on this picture and should be less than 150 words.

Challenging myself - 'P' for Perseverence

Perseverance - The one that has kept me up so far, the one that will help me reach my dreams.

Looking back, the journey has been on enduring footsteps on thorny roads of the sharp ridged, steep rocks. Criticisms and Cynicisms at every step of mine, all attacking ever stronger than before to make me quit.

But, I Won’t Quit. Not This Time.

Discouragement is, but a fuel that has kept me going on!!!

Yes, you might have had your day, every time you have had me doubting my abilities. Every time that I have let my self-respect sidetrack, just to accommodate you.

But, let me assure you one thing - That, soon enough - I will be the one with the last laugh.

You may do whatever, but you can’t stand long enough, blocking my ways of passion.

This was in response to the Blogging contest at -http://rachaelharrie.blogspot.com/2012/04/to-z-blogging-challenge-rachs-writing.html The rules for the entry were  Wednesday April 18 - begin and end your entry with a word beginning with the letter ‘P’.  Write a short story/flash fiction/poetry/other writing. The entry should be based on this picture and should be less than 150 words.

Challenging myself - 'O' for Orient

I sit oriented facing east.

Looking at the mists rise,

Watching the fog give its way,

For the sparkling dew drops, in the rising sun.

I sit oriented anticipating spring.

Waiting for the rebirth of those thorny trees,

For those longer days and shorter darks,

And eager for more colors in my life.

I sit oriented, ready for new beginnings.

I might have failed, yet again, this time.

But, the lessons that I learn from my mistakes,

Are all the stepping stones, to my own success.

This was in response to the Blogging contest at -http://rachaelharrie.blogspot.com/2012/04/to-z-blogging-challenge-rachs-writing.html The rules for the entry were  Tuesday April 17 - your entry should contain the words "own" and "orient"  Write a short story/flash fiction/poetry/other writing. The entry should be based on this picture and should be less than 150 words.

Challenging myself - 'N' for No

I am submitting at least one comment at the blog  -http://rachaelharrie.blogspot.com/2012/04/to-z-blogging-challenge-rachs-writing.html for a very creative contest there. 

Rachael has a picture and she is inviting posts based on the picture each day.So, here’s my entry for the 'N' day and the rules for the entry were - Monday April 16 - Base your entry around the letter 'N'.

No, it can’t be true.

You are coming back. Aren’t you???

All you did was go for a swim, out to the river, with your best chums.

And, they come to tell me, that you got drawn into that whirlpool. To never come back ever.

It doesn’t make sense to me.

Where is that whirlpool now? 

Why was it you?

Why you?

The void that you have left behind, what shall I fill it with?

The world that you have left me in, whom shall I live with?

And all that is left now, is a calm river. And a whirlpool in me that has sucked out all else.

Where is that whirlpool?

I shall wait for it.

Wait right here for it.

 I am coming with you my dear, coz, this time, I am taking a different vow.

“Till, not even death, can do us part.”

Challenging myself - 'M'

I am submitting at least one comment at the blog  -http://rachaelharrie.blogspot.com/2012/04/to-z-blogging-challenge-rachs-writing.html for a very creative contest there. 

Rachael has a picture and she is inviting posts based on the picture each day.
So, here’s my entry for the 'M' day and the rules for the entry were - Saturday April 14 - include four words starting with the letter "M" in your entry 

"Meet me at midnight" was all that you said before you disappeared.

It’s been a year since the day you said that.

Slipping out before midnight and sneaking back in at dawn has been easy, but waiting this long wait for you has been the hardest.

I don't blame you. I sensed this was coming, the day I met you. You, the millionaire’s heir, falling in love with me, the little Village witch’s daughter would never be accepted. Not by anyone.

But, I am not like my mom. And that’s the truth that no one else understands, but you.

“Maid in mistress” he whispered. “Tonight, meet him at midnight” was all that he said before he disappeared. I must have gone numb listening to it. Numb with fear, anxiety and eagerness. Numb with Hope.

I sit here paralyzed, impatient for this midnight, the midnight of my life.

 “You are coming!!!”