Where Has The Happiness Gone..

Where has the happiness gone?

In the streets where I grew up

With the hands that are no longer here.


A tribute. 

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My Diary

I have this little book
where I write for you.
A small part of us
I keep locked away,
hidden from the world.


 

Raging Battles (Flashback Friday)

A young girl walks bare feet,
Amongst the gunpowder and debris,
She looks at the bloody bodies, now covered,
She mourns deeply for her beloved.

The world was such an empty place before,
Then came her prince-on-the-white-horse to the fore,
They shared a bond that could last forevermore
The world wasn’t so empty anymore.

He was a soldier of the state,
Serving the country was his fate,
He loved his girl and his nation,
He was his country’s true citizen.

They walked the lush gardens hand-in-hand,
They scoured for shells in the golden sand,
They ran gleefully in the rain,
They were not aware of the upcoming pain.

One day, he got called for his duty,
He was called to serve at the front;
They were taught to show no pity,
The enemy had to face the brunt.

The girl was left alone to ponder,
The state of her lover she often wondered;
She passed her days lying in wait,
She couldn’t leave everything in the hands of fate.

She heard the radio day and night,
Heard the horrific results of the fight;
They often recounted the names of the dead,
With worry did her forehead always sweat.

He called one day, “How are you, my love?”
“Lying in your wait”, she only sobbed.
He told her of his friends’ death,
She only said that she was sitting with awaited breath.

He recounted the booms of the guns, the missiles, the bodies,
He told her how they had to live as a quarry;
He said he was proud to fight,
He said he was content he was right.
Though the barrels made him shiver,
He had always the strength-filled quiver.

She longed to see him day & night,
She heard from them one twilight,
He had been martyred by the enemy’s cannon,
“He was our bravest soldier”, said the Captain.

Her heart burst with paramount grief,
Battles raged in her heart as on the streets;
“How ironical”, she thought grimly of her loss,
That it should come at a time after their country had won.

She walked then between the gunpowder and debris,
She now only felt the thorns of the roses, on her feet;
Come and see the blood in the streets, her heart cried
Come and see the blood in the streets!
Come and see the
blood in the streets!!


In lieu of completing three years of blogging, today’s Flashback Friday is the first original poetry I posted on the blog. Raging Battles, this poem has won me two awards, lots of appreciation from family and tons of impressed/bewildered looks from my friends. In simple terms, I love it! And as it is Flashback Friday, I couldn’t wait for the opportunity to post it yet again 😛

 Image Credits: Wallpaper-House

Milestones: 300th Post, a new Blog Design and Exciting New Things. Your reviews are welcome!

Climbing 300 steps is a challenge for me, but the 300 posts are done! It is an absolute miracle that people are reading, and I could not be more thankful because this blog has been my baby for some time now. Some of my life choices and timetable revolve around the schedule of my posts or the composition of a blog post for the particular week.

I’m also glad that I got over my initial fear that I’ll run out of content to post. The blog is an enabler-it prompts me to write more and more and that makes me think that starting a blog was one of the best decisions of my life. For this week, I had some ideas that I’d been waiting to write on, and that will have to wait because I think the milestone 300th post has to be positive- all sunshine and roses. Because these are the kind of crazy rules that I impose on myself.

So, I have two big announcements for today. The first is that I finally changed my blog theme. Vintage Sapience was using the Baskerville theme for over two years because I honestly adored that theme. What was not to love? All the customizations, cascading design, multiple posts’ view and very good admin options – all for free! I had tweaked it to my heart’s content, but the only problem I faced was of the loading time of the landing page. Because the site would take forever to load, it effectively deterred a lot of readers or newcomers from my blog. And I have a nagging feeling that it decreases a site’s Google Search engine rankings too. And, what kind of a blogger wants people to turn away? I don’t!

I want them to come and stay, read all the posts they may, and never go away.

So, after weeks and weeks of trialing some new themes (I have very high standards 😀 ), I eventually settled on the Affinity theme. I say settled because I like it but haven’t fallen in love with the new theme yet. I guess nothing could ever compete with my first love, Baskerville. The new one is a predominantly white theme, with minimalism and use of a lot of negative space. It is very stylish, trendy and meta! Do I sound cool, or do I sound cool using the word meta? The blog design is a very important part of my blogging exercise because I relate that to the whole experience of reading, and why I choose my featured images carefully too.

Apart from this, I have a second news, the idea of which I have been contemplating for a while now. It is the audio recitation of my poetry and prose! I have thought about it a lot and I think that it could be an exciting addition to my blog because as a person, I’m big on sounds. I quite like the recitation of a piece, just as it was intended to be. What remains to be seen is how much I’ll like the sound of my own voice, and how it would appeal to the people reading/listening. I believe it would be creative, relaxing and holistic for the blog experience. Sometimes I doubt myself, so what do you guys think about this idea?

That was my little thank you, and break the news post. I’ve also been very active on my Instagram account sv__poetry, posting the shorter form of poetry, hoping to be established there too. You can also check out my Facebook, Twitter, and Pinterest where I’m doing things differently than the blog.

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