This straightforward question started troubling my mind when I encountered a situation which is quite common for all.
Recently I had to go to the railway station to pick up my wife as my happy days as forced bachelor were coming to an end with the arrival of my wife from her mother’s place. She always insisted on me picking her up from the station. Possibly she wanted to read my expressions on encountering her after a lull. But I am doubly sure even if the expectations on the expressions were not up to the mark she is not going to catch a return train back home in any case? Continue reading
How will our literary instinct wake up everyday?
How will our writing passion shake up everyday?
The wait for daily prompt was an awaited ritual
To motivate irregulars and make them habitual
To placate the mind with tons of fresh creations
To interact with talented and build the relations
photo challenge made amateurs skilled professionals
to express themselves out as comforted individuals
response to all challenges was quite overwhelming
the community felt alive, energised and self impelling
but now there remains an unending lull and a void
as if clock has stopped ticking and emotions destroyed
all the WordPressers feel cut off and virtually offline
neither the writing is better nor their reading is fine
You left us in the lurch but still we are wishing you
O WordPress prompts! we are terribly missing you
O my doppelgänger, I can see your anger
you wan’t me smart, but I remain candor
that has cost me heavily in all my endeavors
my contemporaries excelled, I remained in fears
you told me to be diplomatic but I didn’t change
my straightforwardness was regarded as strange
you asked me to be ambitious I remained same
neither cared for fame nor worried for name
you told me to be opportunists, biased and selfish
but I thanklessly didn’t even fulfill your wish
so, O my doppelgänger, I respect your anger
I will remain as I am, don’t try to tamper
I think all my companions are magician
because they all come in limited edition
they are good at the art of disappearing
they have mastered magic engineering
some write the blog posts and disappear
and do not turn up for more than a year
some reply to comments and disappear
how they vanish so fast is never clear
some like posts as if they are around
but surprisingly they are never found
let me also learn this beautiful art
and try to make an inspiring start
Though it takes too much of determination to say goodbye to WordPress, I have finally decided to do so. In this one and half year of my journey on this beautiful platform I had just awesome experiences. It is worthwhile to mention few of them on this day of bidding the farewell.
I want to apologise my fellow blogger who thought and expressed that my words are too much dipped in the flirting sap. Though I do not own a ransomware I wan not very sure what for she was afraid of? Even there was nothing physically possible online? Till now I didn’t understand how the relations became that toxic. She even mailed and asked me not to come on her board and stay off. I did that obediently.
I also thank my other fellow blogger who asked for my photo praising my word (though I never believed that from the bottom of my heart) . I was also surprised that after knowing much about me, how can one ask for the photo? So I didn’t give that personally but I posted it on the site.
I want to ask my other fellow blogger who was so excited to converse with me and we did that quite regularly for few days and nights. Then she inquired about my background and other details. I asked her to search on the site as there is a tunnel that leads to real me. May be she got into it and then all her conversations reduced and finally stopped.
I want to apologise few other bloggers who followed me and asked to follow back that I didn’t do. I want to thank all other blogger who have become like my family conversing either on their site or mine almost everyday giving their beautiful and valuable inputs and comments. I will really miss all of them.
Last but not the least I want to thank WordPress for allowing me to hang on here without a valid literary passport.
Thank you all. Good bye!!!
And this one is what came to my mind when I came across the prompt Toxic
Someone help me with the tuition
I am in reality not a magician
how do I understand her language
I don’t have any past advantage
she often speaks from her eyes
I could never decode it otherwise
her silence has the power of words
how do I break this type of password
her hands give me lots of indications
I can’t understand those abbreviations
her killer smile too says the entire story
I could never read anything confirmatory
it appears that I am a big foolish moron
who is not conversant with such lexicon
if someone can teach this complicated dialect
it will surely enhance my romantic intellect