#ceesartlove challenge by @carolyns_challenges_and_quotes Thank you for this amazing challenge... I was so confused which one to use in this challenge out of my many favorites...at last, I landed up on this one. The painting is named as Current By: Vladimir Kush (he is a great Surrealist artist of the present.) I tried to illustrate the art in my words, here's a little information about this painting:
Current Year:2000 12 X 15 Inches
The painter draws a clear analogy between current lines and growth rings of a tree. For annual rings reflect the current of time, the time stream. And I have written what it speaks to me.
My entry for the #ceeslovmon challenge by @carolyns_challenges_and_quotes thank you for this wonderful challenge...it really makes one realize the positives and negatives about self and this process of self-loving/praising is a really great therapy when you are feeling low in your life.
But yaa the way Carolyn Ma'am has stated in her challenge post that's extremely valuable, worth a read and we should and we must always remember that... Don't forget the "We" while you are busy with your very own "I" as being Egoistic and being Proud have a very thin line in between ...try not to cross it. Not just for others but it's extremely harmful to you yourself. Have a great day ahead. God bless @amor_dios thanks for the push Darlo❤
#lyricsch1 challenge by @anonymous_pheonix....I don't know the deadline crossed or not..but this song "When I was Younger" by singer Liz Lawrence is just so so soo very close to my heart so added few lines and tried to change the situation of the song without messing up with the essence and the feel of the song. Thank you @amor_dios for the tag on the challenge post. Else I would have missed this beautiful inspiration. I don't know how many of you have heard this song...but yaa try if not....Hope you'll like it.
A flower experience the most quality life with all the good things. Since blooming till it withers, it experiences the best of everything.. like sunshine, fragrance, butterflies, nature and what not.
We all should learn from flowers.... a lot of things.... like the most important lesson that the society values us according to what we reflect and what we absorb. It defines our place that where we fit in.
Various color flowers have various meaning and thus the purpose. Their appearance and different colors make way for their very own distinct place and value which they proudly hold. Can't we humans also welcome every appearance, every nature, and originality, every skin color, shape and size, quality, the talent of ours in the same way as we do that of the flowers? And can't we accept and proudly hold our own places and be proud of ourselves ...aren't they a perfect example of self-love too?
And the thorns are just like our life lessons..we are what we are because they were there. So love and respect them too...they are to mold us, protect us and let us learn and grow.
And even when they wither they die as a witness of someones happy, hopeful or sad moment of life in which they contributed and shared the joy or the pain. No matter what but a flower always brings a soothing feel and a slight smile on the face of everyone.
Be happy and make others happy too...share what you have in abundance even if it's just an experience or a simple story, you never know who is in need of it in that very moment.....never ignore what your heart says...and don't forget to be thankful for whatever you have...✌ Stay blessed.❤ #risk#wrinkle#mirakee@mirakee#writersnetwork@writersnetwork P.S. I am extremely sorry for not replying to the tags and comments.... will do that real soon...happy writing✌
My entry for the wonderful #ceesfunnyfriday word of the day challenge given by our dearest @carolyns_lovenotes_and_reposts this word reminds me of my friends...and I hope it's vice-versa no matter how stupid and dumb our friends are for our families and the rest of the world but they are our guide, counselor and our lifelines .....aren't they?
So as I am walking towards a hundred, I thought I should make it a bit different. So all/some of the posts ahead will have a part of me. _____
I have always been judged as a person too sensitive, too dumb to cry over matters so silly, get affected with every little thing and this continues... Maybe all of them were correct, but I wonder how many of them knew which shoes I had been walking with.
You know how it is. It's like you take birth in 2018 and pass a judgement on who was responsible for India- Pakistan partition back then without even realising how many truths lay buried under those heaps of dead bodies.
How many of us have the heart to dig that out? I guess none. Passing judgement is easiest. But we all can grow up and be a little more kind.Can't we?
You will never know to what extent a person gets affected by your words because they won't come to tell you. They will look at the mirror, find themselves a misfit ,weird human and what not. They will cry and would slowly withdraw themselves.
And you will never know how you devastated a life.
Well, yesterday's challenge had us delving deeply into the multicultural world of art, and what a lot of fun that was, eh? So for today, I thought we'd incorporate the 5 senses into our writings so as to further enhance and enliven our words, as well as to include the element of mental imagery for the purpose of captivating the reader. As we know, the five senses are hearing, smell, taste, touch and vision. For the purposes of this challenge, you'll need to incorporate three of those aspects into a poem or short piece. You're welcome to include all five, but only three are required. Then you'll choose an image to further convey what you've written, and you'll hashtag your piece to #ceesfivesenses ... The challenge will run for 24 hours from the time of posting and will end when I've marked the image and caption areas as 'closed.'
Given my obsession with Impressionism , no art love poem can possibly be complete without talking about Claude Monet . Monet spearheaded the French impressionist movement . In fact the word impressionism has been derived from the title of his painting “Impression, soleil levant” , meaning Impression, Sunrise . Beginning in 1889 , for the last 30 years of his life, including the period of failing vision due to cataracts in his eyes, he produced 250 canvases (out of a total lifetime’s work of around 2500 paintings) dedicated to his lily pond located at his home in Giverny ..... a collection that later came to be known as the “Water Lilies” series. Monet’s greatest creation according to him was his garden in which with an army of gardeners, he managed to divert a river, grow water lilies, willow trees and bamboo among others. In this respect Monet was a lot like his fellow impressionist ex PM Winston Churchill- who after the death of a very young daughter , spent a lifetime painting the pond on his estate “ trying to work out the trickery the light played on the water.” Monet’s obsession with lilies is one I relate to - they are my favourite flowers . They represent rebirth and strength - are able to regrow and return to waterways even after drying up in the last season . The weeping willows mark harmony and growth. Water represents fluidity and creativity - all in all , the choice of subject- water lilies could not have been more perfect for this trend setting artist who changed the course of art as we know it forever.
Masks The strings, jade, soft, satin, Left untied, The mask tumbled. Dressed in rich mellow shades, blush and plum, Strings of pearls frilling across. The face to this, a stark contrast, As the mask of any ally falls to the ground. Words of praise, stature of support, Promises of joy, all virtues that looked true. Emerged as a mystical mirrage.
Landscape with the fall of Icarus By: Dutch artist Peiter Bruegel. Depicting man's indifference to his fellowmen's suffering
This winsome painting is named as "Shakuntala" Artist: Raja Ravi Verma (A famous Indian painter) Year: 1870 In this painting, Painter depicts Shakuntala, an important character of Mahabharata(a pious epic of Hindu mythology), pretending to remove thorn from her foot, but actually looking for her husband/lover Dushyantha, while her friends call her bluff.
Here is my submission
I look for you around discerned utmost streets. To walk earth with you my swindled heart briskly beats.
I look for you within my blessings every second Oh darling! You're ubiquitous to me yet, I espy you in my soul's beginning-end
I look for you Even when my fellas laugh Promulgate me ethnarch of insane Although, I squint you through my limpid scarf.