Death by Breeze – #Haiku


image source: The Views Paper
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cold summer night breeze,
fatal storm for too many,
world in poverty.

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April Haiku Month, Day 17: Owl #BostonMartyrs


ALREADY SLEEPLESS


no owl hoot needed

to wake me up, already sleepless.

Boston still on mind . . .

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Terrible and tragic. Boston bombings are another reminder of the dangers humans, who form groups believing in an ideal, pose to themselves. Rest in peace, the martyrs. They were standing up to the oldest marathon in the world, one that survived WWI and WWII. Heartbreaking in the least. And half way across the globe, an earthquake devastates parts of Pakistan and Iran. Not a good day. Not a good day at all.

These are times when you have to tell others, and mutely to yourself, ‘it is going to be alright’ even though the logical part of your brain knows full well it can only get worse. If not for you, for the world in general. At times like these, I wish I had someone to talk to and cry my heart out. But when I think of all those who actually are the victims of such terrible attacks, I endure in silence for I know my pain is far less than what they are going through. I guess, sitting some hundreds and thousands of miles away, all you can do to support them to keep going is spend some time thinking about them. That indeed might transform into strength for them.

It is easy to get depressed in times like these, when the air is instilled with gloom caused by the absence of  lost ones. Yet, we must make the effort to not fall into the abyss that our mind tends to jump into. It is so hard and exhausting.

Take a few minutes and see these pictures of the Boston bombing: http://edition.cnn.com/2013/04/16/us/boston-marathon-explosions/index.html

And read this article about how people are trying to help the victims, it is endearing and so encouraging: http://edition.cnn.com/2013/04/16/us/boston-marathon-support/index.html?hpt=us_t2

May this world end with a mighty blow from the space, for if things don’t change, the suffering would only increase and those who make others suffer would have nothing to stop at. And until that time, the good must take responsibility and stand against any evil that takes birth from among them. For no man shall find peace in a world that is terrorized by his very fellow men, no matter where the horror is.

I hope for the end of the world not because I am a coward, but because I believe in retribution. And in a world that is bound by laws which cannot hang a criminal who raped or killed a fellow human, but all along, one can simply take it into his hands to murder someone and get away, there is no hope for true justice and true retribution. Cowards are those who hurt others, those who wound others. Not those who seek peace, not those who stand against the evil.  Cowards are not those who are weak but those who are arrogantly strong.

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April Haiku Month, Day 13: Lily


THE LILIES WE ALL WILL BE


Artist: Klapouh Yuri

a long search for peace . . .
mist hung on tranquil meadow
lilies here and there

she knew search was over . . .
what world could not heal, nature did
voids love left, it filled

another spring sprung . . .
how could flowers keep blooming?
lost ones transform, maybe!

is it not soothing . . .
to think your loved ones go, then
come back, as lilies?

a long search for peace . . .
she could not run anymore
ah! she doesn’t need to

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When you try to channelize pain, you say things you never would have if it weren’t for the pain. And whether what you say is good or bad depends on how you tame your heart and mind, even when they are wild with pain.

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Have you ever tried writing a haiku first and then searching for an image that goes with your creation?

Try it, it is challenging and fun. Like writing a haiku. We know that we need to condense a huge backdrop/idea/story/emotion into very few words. It is more challenging to find a appropriate image using a mere three-four word search term that reflects your haiku and the huge backdrop it is holding. I don’t usually put images on my haiku, but when I do, I do it this way. Its fun.

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This post is submitted at Haiku Heights for Day 13 prompt – Lily. This post is also a part of my NaPoWriMo 2013 journey.

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April Haiku Month, Day 4: Drone


(A small village during the time of war)

a drone tears the sky . . .

insecure souls hug and pray

their hearts, living graves

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(And when the war ended)

a vast barren land . . .

neither winds blow nor seeds grow

breath and green earth raped

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(And when hope was all but dead)

a century later . . .

new species of plant rises

dead hope springs back up

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(Nature takes reigns)

a drone bee flies by . . .

signals queen – ‘work can begin’

life resurrected

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(At war again)

a fortress land now . . .

colonized by humans again

a drone tears the sky

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a vast barren land . . .

neither winds blow nor seeds grow

breath and green earth raped

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constant war . . .

mockery of peace

and of life

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Presently I am not in full strength, emotionally. And this prompt, in midst of my attempt at breaking the writer’s block, drained me of my energies. ‘War’, sigh! We live in a world of chaos. The only images I get to mind are those of the violence that happens everyday all across the world. Syria. Egypt. Israel. Palestine. Iran. Iraq. And these are cross border wars. And there are wars being fought with forces within one’s own nation. It all tires me to think. Drones remind me of war, death and the elusive peace.

This post is submitted at Haiku Heights for Day 4 prompt – Drone. This post is also a part of my NaPoWriMo 2013 journey, my first. I am also trying to take up the A-to-Z Blogging challenge which requires bloggers to write a post everyday during all April. I will try to write separate posts for NaPoWriMo and A-to-Z Blogging Challenge IF possible. I sure want to.

I am going to share your everyday Haiku on my Facebook Page. Keep tabs on it too.

Thank you all for reading my haiku. I’ll be reading yours too, and I enjoy each one of your haiku. Your comments always help me improve and motivate myself to keep going.

Thank you and keep writing! 

Tweet me at @WeOweWomen.

April Haiku Month, Day 3: Candle


birthday candles

a baby is born . . .

her gentle breath sweeps candles

signifies life ahead

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light in darkness

a power outage . . .

she rushes to light a candle

summer blues in town

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Goodbye candles

a soul is set free . . .

people light candles at grave

signifies life led

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a planet kindled

a planet kindled . . .

there can be light without life,

not life without light

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This post is submitted at Haiku Heights for Day 3 prompt – Candle. This post is also a part of my NaPoWriMo 2013 journey, my first. I am also trying to take up the A-to-Z Blogging challenge which requires bloggers to write a post everyday during all April. I will try to write separate posts for NaPoWriMo and A-to-Z Blogging Challenge IF possible. I sure want to.

I am going to share your everyday Haiku on my Facebook Page. Keep tabs on it too.

Thank you all for reading my haiku. I’ll be reading yours too, and I enjoy each one of your haiku. Your comments always help me improve and motivate myself to keep going.

Thank you and keep writing! 

Tweet me at @WeOweWomen.

If Destiny Decides That I Be Alone (Poetry)


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rush of emotions //
concern, love, care, anger, frustration //
too small a heart that is mine //
wants a shoulder to rest upon //
wants a hand to pat its back //
but all the emotions have made mine heart too hot //

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that it is almost burning //
and everyone backed away //
forget hands patting my back //
i hardly hear anyone breathing close to me, distances as they are, grew //
and the one breath i hear is mine; one I hardly see any meaning in //
too harsh it would be, if i gave up //
too painful it is already, to carry on //


i said to myself,


” If destiny decides that I be alone, so be it. “


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“Alexander, The Great” is a lie!


Some dear software installations force a shut down of the entire PC. Ah! Things like that happen in life too. Maybe thats the thing about life, we must be patient enough for something that we hope will happen. And if it doesn’t, we must be patient enough to restart it all.

P.S: But that’s without considering the ‘strength’. a PC has an uninterrupted damned power supply, where as us? after all, not all can restart. An please, Alexander the great showed his patience in conquering (through killing) which I have no respect for. So that’s not patience, that was lust. And the whole spider inspiration? a lie. a lie because a lesson of patience was related to a blood-bath by the historians, which i deeply regret and revolt against. There are other less violent lessons out there which teach us more about patience and perseverance. I did not mean to offend anyone’s believes and if I did, my apologies.

Devastating False Positives


A zero is better than a false positive.

when I am devastated and nothing is going my way, and will seemingly not(as you will come to read); one small moment that hints at ‘a turn of events’ in favor of me will raise my hope so high, unaware of the eventuality of the nature of fate, that, when I come to know that it was just a false positive, and that the truth is that nothing is still going my way, I would be but double devastated.

A zero is better than a false positive. Less devastated is better than devastated-devastated.

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The Giant Leap Man – Neil Armstrong


Wait till you read the excerpts i put, GRIPPING EVENTS in his life they are.

I don’t remember in which grade I first learned that Neil Armstrong was the first man to land on moon, but I am sure that it was among the first things that I learned about science.

“One small step for man, One giant leap for mankind”, those were his first words when he set his foot upon the moon on 21 July, 1969.

His life, if you go through articles on the internet, has not been simple, it was all extraordinary. He was an American Naval Aviator before he became an astronaut. He was a part of low-bombing aviary fleet of the U.S. Army during the Korean war in 1951. He survived a crash during his duties in the Korean War.

The recounting of the events, as detailed in wikipedia:

“Armstrong first saw action in the Korean War on August 29, 1951, as an escort for a photo reconnaissance plane over Songjin. On September 3, 1951, Armstrong flew armed reconnaissance over the primary transportation and storage facilities south of the village of Majon-ni, west of Wonsan; while he was making a low bombing run at about 350 mph (560 km/h), Armstrong’s F9F Panther was hit by anti-aircraft fire. While trying to regain control, Armstrong collided with a pole at a height of about 20 feet (6.1 m), which sliced off an estimated three feet of the Panther’s right wing.
Armstrong was able to fly the plane back to friendly territory, but due to the loss of the aileron, ejection was his only safe option. He planned to eject over water and await rescue by Navy helicopters, and therefore flew to an airfield near Pohang, but his ejection seat was blown back over land. A jeep driven by a room-mate from flight school picked Armstrong up; it is unknown what happened to the wreckage of No. 125122 F9F-2.
Armstrong flew 78 missions over Korea for a total of 121 hours in the air, most of which were in January 1952. He received the Air Medal for 20 combat missions, a Gold Star for the next 20, and the Korean Service Medal and Engagement Star. Armstrong left the Navy at the age of 22 on August 23, 1952.”

Such was his excellence in flying machines.

And when he eventually became an astronaut and flew to the moon, it was him who took critical decisions while landing on the moon. When Apollo 11’s Lunar Module(LM) was some distance off their actual landing spot, Neil Armstrong changed the Fully Automatic Control of the LM to Manual Control to guide it to the right spot, which you should know is very essential in any space program.

Another excerpt from the Wikipedia page:

The objective of Apollo 11 was to land safely rather than to touch down with precision on a particular spot. Three minutes into the lunar descent burn, Armstrong noted that craters were passing about two seconds too early, which meant the Eagle would probably touch down beyond the planned landing zone by several miles.

When Armstrong noticed they were heading towards a landing area which he believed was unsafe, he took over manual control of the LM, and attempted to find an area which seemed safer, taking longer than expected, and longer than most simulations had taken.[68] For this reason, there was concern from mission control that the LM was running low on fuel. Upon landing, Aldrin and Armstrong believed they had about 40 seconds worth of fuel left, including the 20 seconds worth of fuel which had to be saved in the event of an abort. During training, Armstrong had landed the LLTV with less than 15 seconds left on several occasions, and he was also confident the LM could survive a straight-down fall from 50 feet (15 m) if needed. Analysis after the mission showed that at touchdown there were 45 to 50 seconds of propellant burn time left.
The landing on the surface of the moon occurred at 20:17:39 UTC on July 20, 1969. When a sensor attached to the legs of the still hovering Lunar Module made lunar contact, a panel light inside the LM lit up and Aldrin called out, “Contact light.” As the LM settled on the surface Aldrin then said, “Okay. Engine stop,” and Armstrong said, “Shutdown.” The first words Armstrong intentionally spoke to Mission Control and the world from the lunar surface were, “Houston, Tranquility Base here. The Eagle has landed.” Aldrin and Armstrong celebrated with a brisk handshake and pat on the back before quickly returning to the checklist of tasks needed to ready the lunar module for liftoff from the Moon should an emergency unfold during the first moments on the lunar surface. During the critical landing, the only message from Houston was “30 seconds”, meaning the amount of fuel left. When Armstrong had confirmed touch-down, Houston expressed their worries during the manual landing as “You got a bunch of guys about to turn blue. We’re breathing again”.

And you know what he said when he set his foot upon the moon.

And when all was done, when they were ready to be back to earth, for the eventual pompous welcome from millions across the globe, this happened(source: wikipedia):

After they re-entered the LM, the hatch was closed and sealed. While preparing for the liftoff from the lunar surface, Armstrong and Aldrin discovered that, in their bulky spacesuits, they had broken the ignition switch for the ascent engine; using part of a pen, they pushed the circuit breaker in to activate the launch sequence, and Aldrin still possesses the pen which they used to do this. The lunar module then continued to its rendezvous and docked with Columbia, the command and service module. The three astronauts returned to Earth and splashed down in the Pacific ocean, to be picked up by the USS Hornet (CV-12).

On 25 August, 2012, the GIANT LEAP MAN took another big leap, a leap that will not see him return again.

Neil Armstrong.

Rhyming Dreams And Dreads


here or there,

no matter where,

there is always something,

rhyming in my head,

and i am glad,

that i can preserve and share.

 

one-two lines,

elate,

emotions intertwined,

tickle and radiate,

colors and shadows,

dimensions, not cared.

chirrups in yonder,

erase world’s distracting buzz,

ah, there! solace.

 

only back home,

do i find inspiration,

and nowhere else,

home,

for me,

is,

closest to nature.

 

i rhyme,

i write,

i go on,

with my dreams,

and dreads,

but,

in rhymes,

and

in them,

lengthy ones,

one as this.

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Truth Is The Last Stone You Would Stumble Upon…


held under the sharp edge of an ax,
under the vast shade of the tree,

before giving me the final blow,
that would silence nothing but my mundane being,

the traitor welters with his move,
his conscience playing the folly,
compulsively pushing him into realization,

he stops.
he regrets.

this is the art of life,
as if it is magic,
you are given a chance,
at very odd times,
right when you are completely unprepared.

a chance,
for me, to live,
for him, to regret and mend.

But, why!

why has it to be stretched to that moment,
that moment when you are the weakest,
more weak than you have ever been all life,
emotionally that is.

can we ever explain it?
i think not,
i called it art.
life’s art.

and truth….

aaaahhh..truth…

truth is the last stone one shall stumble upon.
it is the only thing in life that gives you a choice whether or not to stumble upon.
and the fall following it would be in no way as to what you expect.
for though you fell stumbling over many things, many times all life but never upon truth. not until the last moment that i speak of.

P.S : haven’t blogged for a long long time…… i couldn’t regularly keep up with the friends’ blogs either….. Hello everyone….

Cycle Of Life, Wheel Of Time – We Live In


How could there be an end,
To the love of a mother and father,
To the love of a sister and brother,

How could there be an end,
To words that come from a true heart,
To deeds that never claim a selfish reward,

What goes away today, will come back tomorrow,
What is ours today, may not be, tomorrow,

Everything must come back to where it all started,
It may be that… we may cease to exist tomorrow to witness that,
It is all but the wheel of time,
And the cycle of life,
that we live in,

For all that it is,
How could there be an end,
To the love of a mother and father,
To the love of a sister and brother,

How could there be an end,
To words that come from a true heart,
To deeds that never claim a selfish reward.

Where Once Sky Used To Be…



where once sky used to be, bright because of an invisible flame behind the azure colored veil,
there flies a fabric of dark and doom,
wore by whom?
none i know, and surely not the person i have met this noon,


as if asking for an embrace,
the dark fabric closes down unto me,
i try to run and win a fool’s race,
for i fear not death but the mute of a true soul,


where are my good deeds reflecting,
where are my pure thoughts ending,
where are the results of such true and righteous intentions that i have formed and lived along,
where are the fruits that i thought i would see grow,
from the seeds of the past i sowed,


i try to run and win a fool’s race,
for me, a win doesn’t mean beating the dark doom that is chasing me,
for me, the win is seeing the fruits of goodwill flower out and glow,
before the dark fabric reaches me and encapsulates my withins,
chaining me to the void,


where are the fruits that i thought i would see grow,
i ask no right which tells that the first fruit should belong to the up-bringer,
nor i ask any right that tells all fruits belong to the up-bringer,
all i wanted was, to see them grow,
for that moment, i would keep running,
coward i may be looked as,
i do not care the world’s stares,
for they see a fool running, constantly looking back at nothing,
ha ha! they see no dark fabric,
i am a specially picked one.