Green Desert
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The clock struck 6 and I died,
when my friends heart for the last time sighed.
Gloom was I and wandered the roads for days
that a phoenix would have lived an age.
Blue were the orb, filled with pain,
that I scattered to people around me, lane to lane.
Walking on street nearby, the window descried a scene,
which I couldn't defy.
So I asked the performer about the affair, who then made it clear;
He said ...
"Almighty has made this patch of land in front of my house, futile and lean;
I cant help it...
But from my side...
I AM PAINTING THIS DESERT GREEN...."
By - Piyush Gururani
@PensivePost
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The clock struck 6 and I died,
when my friends heart for the last time sighed.
Gloom was I and wandered the roads for days
that a phoenix would have lived an age.
Blue were the orb, filled with pain,
that I scattered to people around me, lane to lane.
Walking on street nearby, the window descried a scene,
which I couldn't defy.
So I asked the performer about the affair, who then made it clear;
He said ...
"Almighty has made this patch of land in front of my house, futile and lean;
I cant help it...
But from my side...
I AM PAINTING THIS DESERT GREEN...."
By - Piyush Gururani
@PensivePost
JOB APPLICATION OF A POET
A Poem! Can a poet find a real job? But, what can stop him from trying right?
Dear Sir/Madam,
I was standing at life's crossroads
and found that you are looking for a man of ideas and words.
While searching for companies, I found
that yours made a connection and a unique bond.
Between the customer and client,
you make the golden bridge.
Pushing decisions of those
standing at the edge.
In my portfolio, you can find the poems & stories I made.
I make sure that whatever I create shall never fade.
I use the ideas that work for today's time and age.
I arrest their attention; they won't flip the page.
Without further adieu, please find my resume below
My internships, research materials and achievements shows,
that I shall be an asset to your creative force.
If you like my work, if you think I am right for your place.
Call me for an interview; we can meet face to face.
I look forward to hearing from you.
Sincerely,
(by) Ashan Shanker
@PensivePost
A Poem! Can a poet find a real job? But, what can stop him from trying right?
Dear Sir/Madam,
I was standing at life's crossroads
and found that you are looking for a man of ideas and words.
While searching for companies, I found
that yours made a connection and a unique bond.
Between the customer and client,
you make the golden bridge.
Pushing decisions of those
standing at the edge.
In my portfolio, you can find the poems & stories I made.
I make sure that whatever I create shall never fade.
I use the ideas that work for today's time and age.
I arrest their attention; they won't flip the page.
Without further adieu, please find my resume below
My internships, research materials and achievements shows,
that I shall be an asset to your creative force.
If you like my work, if you think I am right for your place.
Call me for an interview; we can meet face to face.
I look forward to hearing from you.
Sincerely,
(by) Ashan Shanker
@PensivePost
The melancholy of a dreamer
Ages ago, I had a dream.
That I would do something,
Something hard to seem
I used to say to myself,
That I wouldnt stain,
Stain my morale for selfish gain.
Earlier when humanity was still stable
I had a mentor, who did everything
Everything with an ethical label.
He said, Bring about the best in you
But dont forsake the left in you.
Humanity is hard to find
Where humans got a one track mind
Trying to follow him as long as I can
when people started looking at me like a crazy man
I never got what I deserved and soon,
I was spinning in a political typhoon
And then, a young boy came to me
With the same dream I had ages ago
It was then I realized what faliure was
And what Important I’d let go
I could have made it work If I tried,
Placing my hand on the boys shoulder
I said never lose hope my child.
I turned around to make a step
With tears rolling down my eyes
I looked down in the sadness
Of the Dream I never realised.
~ by Pooja Mishra
Ages ago, I had a dream.
That I would do something,
Something hard to seem
I used to say to myself,
That I wouldnt stain,
Stain my morale for selfish gain.
Earlier when humanity was still stable
I had a mentor, who did everything
Everything with an ethical label.
He said, Bring about the best in you
But dont forsake the left in you.
Humanity is hard to find
Where humans got a one track mind
Trying to follow him as long as I can
when people started looking at me like a crazy man
I never got what I deserved and soon,
I was spinning in a political typhoon
And then, a young boy came to me
With the same dream I had ages ago
It was then I realized what faliure was
And what Important I’d let go
I could have made it work If I tried,
Placing my hand on the boys shoulder
I said never lose hope my child.
I turned around to make a step
With tears rolling down my eyes
I looked down in the sadness
Of the Dream I never realised.
~ by Pooja Mishra
Mystery challenge 13-4-2018 .pdf
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Result of the @WritersClub Mystery Writing Challenge.
The writer in us keeps evolving!
🔰Here is the result of the @WritersClub First Person Narrative Challenge 🔰
There is always hope for the hopeless and that is where I come in to save the day. Or as Casey says it, to ease the pain. I am Casey's closest friend. I am her outlet. She has many of those, though. There's the piano, the paint brushes and there's me (her favorite). Here's how we met.
Nobody wants to be a diary but that's what I am and sitting on a book shelf waiting to be bought and never used eventually, is depressing. I, as usual, was laid flat on the surface of the book shelf in a huge supermarket, all black and dusty, with a pen (my Little buddy) attached to my side, amongst other books. Today will never be my Lucky day, was my usual chant as folks never bought me. Who knew that a girl was going to find me worthy of all her secrets? Most diaries don't get all the secrets. They usually end up useless under pillows, under a pile of dirty clothes, you know, the usual hiding spot and stay forgotten all in the name of "secrecy" and all the juicy secrets end up in the heart of a "best friend" who eventually betrays them. I mean, why purchase us in the first place?
But laying there, watching the blonde girl point at me, I wondered why she never responded when spoken to but shook her head or nodded instead.
Straight up rude, I thought. But the sadness in those starry browns and the faint smile that appeared on her face when she held me convinced me other wise.
My owner.
I was intrigued. Curious. She never said a word through out the ride home. All she did was stare out of the window and I just watched.
Who are you?
Her first entry gave me goosebumps. I know I'm Just an object but believe me, I get those things too.
She had carefully lifted me off the table that same night, dusted me, settled herself down on her bed and believe me not a word still!!!!
Then slowly, She opened me and I held my breath. She took my Little buddy and set him on my surface, ready to write. She took a deep breathe and then wrote : My tongue is the pen of a ready writer. I'm Casey Ricee. And I'm mute.
As if she felt the grief that filled my paper heart and couldn't stand it, She gently closed me, laid on her bed and placed me beside her. Then, I knew she would keep me, love me, protect me, confined in me with everything.
Every morning she wakes, I'm there. School, waiting in her bag pack. EVERYWHERE.
My tongue is the pen of a ready writer.
That is her mantra except that Casey cant speak. She had lost her ability to speak. Her tongue definitely couldn't be the tongue of a ready writer. She is dumb. Forever. But she is a ready writer and I love her hope.
#wcn
#EA
By Black
-Admin
@WritersClub
🗯🗯🗯
Results of the @WritersClub Hyperbole Challenge is here!!
🗯🗯🗯
Poetry is a character that defines the feelings of many... similarly our theme for the challenge was a perspective. It is about frustration one goes in life.
The entry selected is:
Need to rock the exams, I was doing my best,
Piles of books stacked like snow on Everest,
The night before exam was longer than Nile,
I haven't took a proper nap, It's been a while.
Next day i woke up, my head was blank as a mule,
Ran faster than light, that's how i reached my school,
Right from the beginning started shooting answers like bullets,
I knew deep inside, I've prepared it to the fullest.
My exam results hit me like an asteroid,
Even after so much preparation,a B+ filled all my voids.
By Obito Uchiha
-Admin
@WritersCkub
Results of the @WritersClub Hyperbole Challenge is here!!
🗯🗯🗯
Poetry is a character that defines the feelings of many... similarly our theme for the challenge was a perspective. It is about frustration one goes in life.
The entry selected is:
Need to rock the exams, I was doing my best,
Piles of books stacked like snow on Everest,
The night before exam was longer than Nile,
I haven't took a proper nap, It's been a while.
Next day i woke up, my head was blank as a mule,
Ran faster than light, that's how i reached my school,
Right from the beginning started shooting answers like bullets,
I knew deep inside, I've prepared it to the fullest.
My exam results hit me like an asteroid,
Even after so much preparation,a B+ filled all my voids.
By Obito Uchiha
-Admin
@WritersCkub
Winner of the @WritersClub Build the World Challenge #wcwb is #annoyin.
The Walking Houses of Dranixia
At the dawn of 11th Millennia, a solar bomb was dropped in the city of Vieta, which, along with the city, inadvertently destroyed the whole atmosphere of Dranixia. This effectively ended the Great War of the final century. Nobody remembers now, who waged the war first. One barely remembers
the countries of those times. All we know is that at the start of the final century of 10th Millennia, our species Humos, found a way to harness and store the unlimited energy provided by our star, Sol, into a metre tall cell. An invention that was meant to take our species to great height, but instead led to our doom.
The struggle for survival in the present, eventually made our species ignorant towards the past and the future. The only thing we know for sure is that one side got more desperate than the other and unleashed the power of thousands of Solar cell on a single city. So much energy was released
in such a short time that even the molecules of atmosphere broke apart, causing a chain reaction that spreading through three quarters of our planet. Most of the Humanity died within an hour. The rest of it had to find shelter before the remaining atmosphere cover spread too thin to protect them. That’s when they decided to move temporarily into the unused War Mecha Bots. Their outer
shell was thick enough to protect them from unshielded heat of our Sol.
As the atmosphere spread thin, our planet’s gravitational pull wasn’t strong enough to keep the atmosphere around herself. Our species had to come up with a way to produce air necessary for our survival fast or else the remaining would’ve died of suffocation. That’s how one of the Bots was
modified into Air Harvester. It took in the mineral from Dranixia’s ground and using the solar cell’s power, extracted the necessary compounds and elements required for our own air. But as one problem was solved, another one cropped up. With the Sol glaring down our planet unprotected, the solar cells in each bots were at risk of exploding. So, it was decided that throughout the day the bots will move in such a way so that only a certain intensity of Sol ray fell upon it. Only the Air Harvester remained unmoved so that it could use extra energy to produce more air.
As time went on, people become more comfortable in their temporary shelters and eventually modifications were made to make them permanent houses. Throughout the day these Bot houses moved, trying to keep themselves under the ‘paradise’ zone, returning back to air harvester at night. Few of the bots were assigned to growing food. Which mostly consisted of surviving livestock and limited number of vegetables. Some were exploratory bots, looking for useful resource like underground water, after all of the surface water evaporated.
I am the pilot of our exploratory bot, occupied by my family. In search of water, we took on a journey to North Pole. There is a wrinkled photo, on our deck, in which bots are being used in war. A reminder of how an instrument of war has become a walking house of salvation.
by #annoyin
Good Luck & Keep writing..
@PensivePost
The Walking Houses of Dranixia
At the dawn of 11th Millennia, a solar bomb was dropped in the city of Vieta, which, along with the city, inadvertently destroyed the whole atmosphere of Dranixia. This effectively ended the Great War of the final century. Nobody remembers now, who waged the war first. One barely remembers
the countries of those times. All we know is that at the start of the final century of 10th Millennia, our species Humos, found a way to harness and store the unlimited energy provided by our star, Sol, into a metre tall cell. An invention that was meant to take our species to great height, but instead led to our doom.
The struggle for survival in the present, eventually made our species ignorant towards the past and the future. The only thing we know for sure is that one side got more desperate than the other and unleashed the power of thousands of Solar cell on a single city. So much energy was released
in such a short time that even the molecules of atmosphere broke apart, causing a chain reaction that spreading through three quarters of our planet. Most of the Humanity died within an hour. The rest of it had to find shelter before the remaining atmosphere cover spread too thin to protect them. That’s when they decided to move temporarily into the unused War Mecha Bots. Their outer
shell was thick enough to protect them from unshielded heat of our Sol.
As the atmosphere spread thin, our planet’s gravitational pull wasn’t strong enough to keep the atmosphere around herself. Our species had to come up with a way to produce air necessary for our survival fast or else the remaining would’ve died of suffocation. That’s how one of the Bots was
modified into Air Harvester. It took in the mineral from Dranixia’s ground and using the solar cell’s power, extracted the necessary compounds and elements required for our own air. But as one problem was solved, another one cropped up. With the Sol glaring down our planet unprotected, the solar cells in each bots were at risk of exploding. So, it was decided that throughout the day the bots will move in such a way so that only a certain intensity of Sol ray fell upon it. Only the Air Harvester remained unmoved so that it could use extra energy to produce more air.
As time went on, people become more comfortable in their temporary shelters and eventually modifications were made to make them permanent houses. Throughout the day these Bot houses moved, trying to keep themselves under the ‘paradise’ zone, returning back to air harvester at night. Few of the bots were assigned to growing food. Which mostly consisted of surviving livestock and limited number of vegetables. Some were exploratory bots, looking for useful resource like underground water, after all of the surface water evaporated.
I am the pilot of our exploratory bot, occupied by my family. In search of water, we took on a journey to North Pole. There is a wrinkled photo, on our deck, in which bots are being used in war. A reminder of how an instrument of war has become a walking house of salvation.
by #annoyin
Good Luck & Keep writing..
@PensivePost
#entry for https://t.me/WritersClub/107615
My mom was an orphan and didn't have a mother. I can't understand how she can be a great mother without having a mom herself. She says it comes naturally; that the love she has for me can only be understood when I have a baby of my own and I learn to love it the moment I knew I had him. She says it a feeling that is same with every human in this world, hard to understand but felt by everyone who is a mother or have a mother. She sacrificed her whole youth to bring me up, sacrificed her future, her career and her well being so that I will be better than her. She tells me while I was born she can't get tired of looking at me and that she prayed I would grow fast so that she can talk to me. My mom is my mentor, my friend, my sister and she is my guardian. She is not perfect; she makes mistakes but she is z most strongest, brightest, courageous, brave and kind hearted person I know and am also sure she loves me for who I am more than anyone. And now I can't wait to see the baby growing inside of me, to experiance the love she had given me and even with out meeting my baby I know I will sacrifice my life for him if I have to. Being a mother is extraordinary and all mothers should be loved and respected for they are the pillar for our being, our families and our society! #mom #kb
By Kodie
My mom was an orphan and didn't have a mother. I can't understand how she can be a great mother without having a mom herself. She says it comes naturally; that the love she has for me can only be understood when I have a baby of my own and I learn to love it the moment I knew I had him. She says it a feeling that is same with every human in this world, hard to understand but felt by everyone who is a mother or have a mother. She sacrificed her whole youth to bring me up, sacrificed her future, her career and her well being so that I will be better than her. She tells me while I was born she can't get tired of looking at me and that she prayed I would grow fast so that she can talk to me. My mom is my mentor, my friend, my sister and she is my guardian. She is not perfect; she makes mistakes but she is z most strongest, brightest, courageous, brave and kind hearted person I know and am also sure she loves me for who I am more than anyone. And now I can't wait to see the baby growing inside of me, to experiance the love she had given me and even with out meeting my baby I know I will sacrifice my life for him if I have to. Being a mother is extraordinary and all mothers should be loved and respected for they are the pillar for our being, our families and our society! #mom #kb
By Kodie
#entry for https://t.me/WritersClub/107615
One day, when I was pink
And you held me in your arms
One day, when I was small
And you made me learn walk
One day, when I cried
And you wept my tears with your dupatta
One day, when I was hopeless
You held my hand and made me calm
One day, when I laughed
And your eyes smiled
Mom, I cherish all those days since birth where you stood in my thick and thin.
I love you Mom.
Happy mother's day.
By #kripa for #mom
One day, when I was pink
And you held me in your arms
One day, when I was small
And you made me learn walk
One day, when I cried
And you wept my tears with your dupatta
One day, when I was hopeless
You held my hand and made me calm
One day, when I laughed
And your eyes smiled
Mom, I cherish all those days since birth where you stood in my thick and thin.
I love you Mom.
Happy mother's day.
By #kripa for #mom