#Millennials #poetry #change #wish #peace
With love Millennial
A bunch of children caught between a school of thought hard to wean!Not so old not so bold We carried as much as we'd holdChange I believe is hot and cold!Dreams that defied what was true Softly faded as I grew...Leaps not footsteps few Still seem to be far from new.Heaps to ponder on what's due?Wish I could recall a dream or two...Makes me wonder how it'd do?To teach a kid climb a tree,Not just look but learn to see.Together let us be No choice that's my feeOnly Friendship I believecould set us free!©flatbrush
#Nursery rhymes #count #seashore #fun
Time for fun
One two remove your shoe.Three four leave them ashore.Five six show your kicks.Seven eight it's getting late.Nine ten a big red sun!©flatbrush
#emotions# feelings# epigram#wod
To express how we feel is poetry.Whereas to explain what we did is chemistry.The reason, why we do is often bullsh!t..©flatbrush
Take a break
The night is so bright! You'll see me all right;Only if you turned off your light!©flatbrush
Everything seems fair when you are unfair!©flatbrush
#3 word write-up #struggle
struggle elevates peace!©flatbrush
#Failure #friend #success
Though it's amusing to succeed....I wonder if, that's all I need? There's barely a point once you're freedto prove myselfWorthy of some deed,failure is what I need!To failure, i shall heed!It makes me cry ..even bleed.. I hear my heart plead..yet not a day goes by without a kind deed!Only failure can makepeople of a different breed.Failure is a friend indeed!©flatbrush
Word Prompt: Write a 10 word micro-tale on Prism
I hated school till I saw the magical crystal -prism
#hard to handle
#Inequality #3 words one-liner
Inequality equals injustice.©flatbrush
#sijo @flatbrush @mirakee @writersnetwork
I watch my baby, and a lesson I know:Because she loves herself, that's howShe's unafraid to say no, but still seeks my loveI watch my baby and I come to knowNot to hold grudges, but to let goThere is always a new tomorrow.©asha_george
#love #self-love #valentine @mirakee @writersnetwork
All I Need
I thought I needed this
To make me feel good
A partner, a romantic kiss
And a marriage should.
I thought I would be happier
And more confident
If my family was lovelier
And had a close confidant
But now I realise,
I am my own best lover
I am. Therefore I suffice
I am what I need ever.
All I need is me
I am my own best friend
And within me
I am my own fiend.
Sewing the withered pieces Repairing the uncared glitchesHand already to help Selfless the style No greed to selfFerocious to cheer With glowing cheek The correct path to highlightWith no difference And smile at peak Ignoring the brutalFighting with fatal Balanced proportion of love With a light yet biggest heart With the pure giving art~ c.a.
THE DUSKY DAMSELI am not a damsel in distressI am here for legal redressI am a renowned lawyerI have crossed every barrierI am really one of a kindI boldly speak my mindI never ever sugarcoatThe facts you cannot but note.I expose the double standardThe history books failed to record Whether you accept or admitI dont care if you take it leave it!The truth is here to stay,One may want to look away,Each one of us is guilty,For continuing this absurdity.Better wake up at least now,And take action right now,All the wrongs to rectify,,norms we need to defy.We need more than your pity,Not just your sympathy, We are now on a path of war,We cannot let it go any far.Rights are not just for social,we fight for financial and legal ,We have finally found our voice, Supporting us, will it be your choice?-Asha Murali 06.012021Meet Ms KIRUBA MUNUSAMY, human rights lawyer and Dalit activist. She has been working on caste discrimination and gender violence.She practices in the Supreme Court of India. She is the founder-executive director of Legal Initiative for Equality.She is the first Indian to speak in "Hague talks" in Netherlands. Just listen to her speak eloquently on the issues she works passionately on. It is available on youtube.She says she is inspired by the teachings of Periyar E V Ramaswamy and Babasaheb Ambedkar. On her part she has been inspiring several woman to find their voice.Very proud to showcase our gutsy sister. More power to you Kiruba! We salute you!#writersnetwork #mirakee #pod #readthisj @writersbay @writersnetwork @mirakee #iamfordalits
The dusky damsel Ready to redressThose in distress©ashamurali
Word Prompt: Write a 10 word micro-tale on Forgot
"Oops I forgot," thought the ant leaving the anorexic's house©mostwantedcupid
Writing contest. Compose a short story or poem about a moonlit night.#writingcontest #moonlit night #enchanted #shortstory #mirakee
The Moonlit Night
“Can I help?” Diana asked eagerly.
She had been watching her parents clear the leaves around their campsite.
Her parents froze and looked up.
It was not often their six-year-old daughter offered to help. That too, for cleaning up.
“Wow, next time we need Diana to clear up her room, we just need to put leaves and mud inside her room,” Pappa joked.
“Have fun!” Ma gave her the broom. “I’ll set things for dinner.”
She had never been seen so many leaves on the ground. But then, there were never so many trees back home in the city.
“Let’s see whose pile of leaves are bigger,” challenged her dad, who was prone to making a contest out of everything.
It worked. Diana gathered the leaves briskly.
The ground beneath was damp and smelt delicious.
“You know what? Tomorrow we should try swimming,” panted Pappa, pointing towards the lake and furiously clearing the leaves.
Diana showed her excitement with a hop and a skip. Which was a mistake because her pile of leaves came crashing down and scattered all over the ground again.
“Ha! I win,” came the smug voice of Pappa.
She stuck her tongue out.
She went near the lake. She was enjoying every minute of her vacation. Calm, soothing waters. And the glorious green of the woods.
Ma came out from the tent saying “Let’s build a campfire -"
“-and have dinner sitting around it,” finished Pappa
They liked to complete each other's sentences.
Soon, they were having dinner by a cackling fire by the moonlit lake.
“The fire is hungry too,” said Pappa, tossing his pile of leaves into it to keep the fire burning.
“Wow. It’s like we have a different person with us. Diana is eating her veggies without any protest,” commented Ma watching her.
Diana had been too engrossed watching a single, large moonbeam meet the lake, she had even eaten beetroot.
“It looks so magical,” she thought.
“We will just build a house here and live here,” grinned Pappa.
Diana tried to sleep. She tossed and turned.
“Just one more look at the lake and the moonbeam” she thought, lifting the flap of the tent and looking outside.
She heard voices. It came from the brink of the lake.
“Where are the leaves?” asked a husky voice. And a series of clicks. It was a spider, clicking it’s eight legs in impatience. And looking suspiciously at a chubby caterpillar.
“I did not eat them all! (munch, munch) You can stop looking at me like I am the culprit!” protested the caterpillar, and still munching.
“You are always munching,” clicked the spider accusingly.
“I can’t help feeling hungry all the time,” defended the caterpillar, still chewing.
“Shh, shh. Let’s not fight,” said a soft voice. It was a snail.
“You two are always bickering,” stated a dragonfly, fluttering its silvery wings.
“Let’s just find a way to get to the moonbeam!” said a silkworm.
“And the sooner the better,” said a firefly glowing feebly. “Am almost out of light.”
“Yesssss, yesssss, asss sssoon asss we can,” hissed a small snake, who was busy shedding silvery scales as he spoke.
Now, Diana was terrified of snakes. She had managed to contain her surprise when these creatures started talking. But when she saw the snake, she couldn’t help herself. She yelped in fear.
At once, there was chaos among the creatures.
“Are we being attacked?” asked the spider who looked ready to attack, legs clicking rapidly.
“Ouch!” yelled the caterpillar. In the confusion, the firefly had accidentally sat on him.
“You burnt me,” he told the firefly sadly, munching on some grass.
“Let'ssss attack!” said the snake.
“Wait! It’s only a small girl. A human. She could be harmless!” said the snail, who remained calm.
“Pshaw. Underneath that hard exterior, you really are a softie,” scoffed the dragonfly.
They all looked at Diana.
Diana cleared her throat.
“Er.. sorry,” she said timidly, “I didn’t mean to frighten you.”
All the insects huddled together.
“She seems nice. Maybe we can get her to help us,” said the dragonfly.
“Am not sure we should trust her. She is a human after all,” warned the spider, clicking warily.
The snail turned to Diana, “Can you get us some leaves?” he asked.
“Somebody has burnt all the leaves here,” said the caterpillar looking pointedly at the firefly.
“It was us,” said Diana hurriedly before the firefly could retort.
“Told you these humans destroy,” muttered the spider.
Diana was ashamed. There was no need for them to have cleared the entire area and burned the leaves as well.
“We need the leaves to get to the moonbeam. We use it to float across,” said the silkworm.
“Why do you need to go to the moonbeam?” Diana asked curiously.
“I need silvery silk to make my cocoon,” said the silkworm, as though it was obvious.
Diana stammered, “So, you get it from the moonlight?”
“When the moonbeam from the full moon meets the water, it’s silvery light become silvery threads,” explained the snail kindly.
“We can’t afford to wait till the next full moon. We are all out of the silver threads,” said the silkworm sadly.
“See, I told you she seems stupid,” muttered the spider clicking loudly. “I bet she doesn’t know what the rest of us use it for.”
That got Diana in a fit. She had come first in her class. She thought quickly!
“I do know,” she said indignantly, thinking fast, “The caterpillar uses it to make his cocoon.”
The caterpillar nodded. He was busy chewing mud now.
“Of course, you use the silver threads to spin your web,” she told the spider.
“I think the dragonfly uses the silvery threads to knit her wings,” she said, noticing that the dragonfly’s wings were silvery and had holes.
She noticed the snake’s silvery scales on the ground.
“You use it to make your scales,” she told the snake confidently.
“Yesssss,” the snake hissed.
She had no idea what the snail and the firefly used it for.
“I always leave a silvery trail behind me,” said the kind snail, sensing that Diana didn’t know, “And the firefly gets his light from the moonbeam.”
Diana wanted to help them. It was their fault that these creatures did not have leaves to row to the moonbeam.
The leaves on the trees were too high for any of them to reach.
“Wait. Pappa had burnt the leaves from his pile. My pile of leaves must still be scattered about,” she thought excitedly.
“We didn’t burn all the leaves. I’ll be right back,” she said and ran off in search of her fallen pile.
She came back beaming, carrying leaves.
All the creatures cheered and thanked her.
“Don’t burn your leaf,” said the caterpillar, giving the firefly a sly look.
“Don’t eat yours,” pat came the reply from the firefly.
“I knew there was something magical about that large moonbeam,” she thought, as she watched the creatures row away.
“I must tell Papa not to burn the leaves, it’s better to let them mix in the soil anyways," she told herself as she curled up and slept in her tent.
#writingcontest #time #poem @writersnetwork @readwriteunite
Tick-tock, tick-tock,Steadily goes the clock!Time moves with zest;Time will never rest.But it seems to go too fast;When you're having a blast.And it seems to go too slow;When you're feeling low.Time goes at a steady pace,No matter the space or place,It does not slow or hurryAnd mean to cause you worry.©asha_george
An ode to elephants
Look at the elephants go,Unhurried, they pause and pass.How big and strong they grow -By mostly eating grass!If the day gets too hot, And not a nearby pool;They flap their ears a lot, And fan themselves cool.How handy is that nose,For a quick shower.You won't find a garden hose,In their backyard bower.No need to go tippy-toes,To reach those juicy treats.Out comes the long nose,To pick them off the trees.Of all the creatures, I like elephants best.They have unique features,And are smarter than the rest!©asha_george
Write a creative piece using flowers as a symbol.#daisies #poem #poetry #inspiration #darjeeling #bloom #flowers #hope@mirakee @raghavendran @ashamurali @kas_780 @wriersbay
The Daisies of Darjeeling
The land of mighty mountains,Where clouds descendOn silver oaks and flowing fountainsAnd valleys pleasant.When I look back at Darjeeling,To relive its beauty,The mind's eye flashes to bringThe simple daisy.Humbly they creep and bloom,They don't ask for much:A clod of earth, a little roomCracks on the wall and such They could be trampled upon,With ease, dismissedCarelessly plucked or torn,And left to fate's twist.But the little daisy survives,And blooms with goodwill,A nesting spot it provides,For creatures small and little.And thus the daisies spread,And cover the broken wall,And along the paths we tread,For a weary day's recall.©asha_george