Rawr! Every bit of support matters

it takes a dinosaur to blow the warmth of love,

whisper a lullaby to make souls cherish the joy

of this day, marked with words that resonate

from within the heart, and felt by all the hearts,

beating not synchronized, but still melodious,

unbound and yet adjoined even in distance

like the scales of ‘saur, and thus we must rawr

when she speaks of her hurt, all in there that

never overshadowed her hopeful anecdotes

of life, living and trying out hard to be the one

you are, and thus we must rawr, all rawr now

to give voice to her voice and use that coin

of support which scintillates solicitude when used

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Many of you must know Rarasaur, the ever wonderful blogger and story-teller. Her lively personality shines through wherever she takes a turn paving the way for blogger interaction.

She is a dinosaur. And she and her husband need our support today when they are confronting  a difficult situation in their life. I hope you would try to support them even in the littlest way possible. Because every bit of support matters. Please visit Rarasaur’s site and her husband, Grayson’s site to give them your kind support. You can make the Donations(Financial/Food) here:  TheQueenCreative.com/thank-you. Also, you can spread the word so that others could also help/support them in some way.

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the tree of blogging-

we hold onto each other

leaves, twigs and care

The blogging community is much like a tree and we are the various leaves and twigs and we are branched together by our friendships, communications, genuine care and support for each other.

To all my readers, You matter.

I am linking this post with dVerse Poetics and I have completely transformed my writing space/blog/site, about which you can read in my previous post: Changes. I’d once again like to remind you that you can help Rarasaur and her husband by going to the aforementioned links and by spreading the word. Thank you.

“Baby…”

Under the star light, he silently moved towards her.

She was sitting on the pier, gazing at the ripples of water, appearing on the sea surface. They were on a vacation and he was in a weird mood all the time.

“Baby”

She heard his voice and looked back. He had a sharp knife, clenched in his left hand with a mad look in his eyes. She was speechless, her mouth gasped open. Coming back to her senses, she shrieked.

“Listen, baby”

She wailed a long cry for help.

Lights switched on and people came pouring out, some spreading torchlight to brighten the night in front of them.

“What?”
“What happened?”
“Who was that?”
“Did you hear…?”
“Mom, I am afraid.”
“Hey, do you know?”

Rushing towards the location, they saw the entire scene; a mad man with a knife going to kill a young woman.

“Hey…,” a brave man moved ahead, talking to the man with the knife, “Throw that away. You can’t do anything to her now.”

“But…”

“Throw it away.”

He threw it away.

“And what is in you right hand. What are you hiding?”

He brought his hand forward to show a chocolate cake, resting on his palm.

A wave of shock fell across the peering crowd and the muttering started again.

“It is for my wife. It is her birthday; so I brought across a cake for her to cut down under the celestial light. It was a surprise,” he meekly said and started to cry.

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* Written in response of the Trifecta Challenge: Light

Fearless, strong, resilient…

Fearless, strong, resilient,

the words that resonate from beings around me

wanting me to be the very same

but how can I tell them,

that I have broken down

beyond repair

I have chosen to be miserable

I am well beyond in that dark hole

where even some help, some pull from above

can’t bring me out

I am going to survive there, half dead

and even stop surviving one day just like that.

Writing just for the sake of Writing

Writing just for the sake of writing… is it wrong?

Well I’m in a writing dilemma today. I was irritated throughout the day that I have got various unfinished manuscripts lying like some junk docs in my laptop. It truly hurts- what began as a tremendous idea in your eyes becoming some useless junk. Whenever an idea for a book- fic/non-fic strikes my mind, I just can’t think about anything else and start thinking about it throughout- how the story will go on reaching to its final conclusion.

Well, that is how it was when I started writing for the sake of writing a novel(the topic was related with teenage… eh! weird! boring!?)- I was on with a very good start. I had divided my chapters into various different parts of the story. I was new into such a thing- hence, I was very much trying to make it controversial(lol). The story was pacing ahead nicely but all of a sudden, I stopped writing completely and now, today that story is lying futile and I’m angry.

Then, when another idea struck me- I just started writing without visualising the whole story at once. I was of perception that as I move ahead, the story would come to me. Hence, I kept on writing believing that the story will go on with new random thoughts seeping into my mind throughout the time when I was writing. But unfortunately I was proven wrong. Another story- junk in my pen drive(not laptop.. should I be happy?) I think that time too, I was writing just for the sake of writing, that is why, it didn’t come out to be brilliant- well, how could it be brilliant when I never cared to write it complete. The idea was superb but it was becoming quite cheesy. It doesn’t matter now anyhow.

Whoop, again the same thing happened- this time I was trying my hand on writing about a story of a spiritual path of a young man when he gets weird dreams every night related with some religion or the other. It was indeed based on deliberately understanding every major religion. The idea flopped and this time because of my sheer stupidity… Don’t ask me! But the final reason was- I was writing just for the sake of writing.

Another time, I start writing- I wrote half a page- done with it. Today, I start to write- three ideas- two lines each- done with them. Again because of my habit of writing just for the sake of writing.

Why is this happening to me? I take a lot of stress while I plan on writing something formal… more sophisticated and hence, I begin to write even when I’m not ready, why, just because of the sake of writing, because I love writing(well love for writing doesn’t mean I have to write all the time or I must take stress while writing).

Well dear writers out there, enlighten me on what should I do? And please do share your experiences if you have ever come across a situation such as mine!