1…2….3
July 28, 2008 § 9 Comments
Time to get creative 🙂 Below are three pictures,write a story/poem involving all three.No word limits.There will be a poll,after the contest closes…so give it your best shot.
Dead line:-30/07/08,5 PM IST.
And for those of you who like to add something more,you can add one more photo of your choice(from anywhere in the web) to complete your entry 🙂
All the best!
P.S:- this is the first time i am trying something like this.This is a contest ,so that you give it your best shot,it is not for rating anyone as a good writer or a bad one.
the light shines the brightest 
Oh! sorry, I’m not a poet and have only written just one poem that too for my best friend and it just happened 🙂
can’t think to do that again
the beautiful attractive flowers as they r
tell me something so silently
some deep thot gets provoked inside
me wen I see u
i feel i need to watch only 1 goal in ma life
just 1 aim to shoot and not 2 as 2 scatters my depth, my penetration to the inside
and my 1 goal to stop injustice in the world
can only be done
if I watch the world
after removing the rose tinted glasses
i wore till now.
he he just a try
I know I am not a good poet
I am told time and again by suda that its better i keep out of poems! so i will give this a skip, this time! 🙂 🙂
Ok, I’ll judge…. 😛 I don’t have time to write a poem/story on that topic… 😀 (kidding)
A tribute to all the people who lost their lives in the recent bomb blasts:
Let the budding spirit bloom like “a flower”,
in this time of gory and violent hour,
to see the humanity atleast from far.
Let the spirit envisage the “blossom of power”,
that helps us put two and two together,
and find out the ones that made our nation wither.
Let the eternal”hope” spread its colour,
on our “spirit” and our “power”,
as we pray for the peace to shower!
PS: The first flower is our Spirit, the other flower in the second photo is our Power, and the three colourful flowers in the third photo are Hope, Spirit and Power.
Thought will come back later for this and now missed the deadline 😦
Lovely pics.
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When I am all alone,
I lose my color and tone.
When I have her, its love,
Where others will take a bow.
When our children blossom,
The colors will shine this mausam. (hindi)
😀
aaawwwww !!! I am real bad at this.
She lived a colorless life,doing what she was supposed to do.Deep within,she hoped one day there would come someone to paint her dull canvas.
Seasons passed,and yet came none.Still,she carried on with a smile on her face and a spring in her step.She knew happiness is in giving,and she gave with all her heart.
Wherever she went,she left behind fragrance,one that emanated from the depths of her soul.Many a face she lit up,many a joy she conjured.
And then one day,when she woke up,she saw she was not plain anymore.The canvas had been filled with the colors of her soul.