There goes the paper boat, leaving a laugh over the face of that 2'3 being. Amidst the splashing rain and blowing wind, it goes and disappears soon in a world so unknown. The next boat comes and gets engulfed by the tide once again. The chine continues and more and more smiles get vanished until the rain departs.
Under that heavy sky there stands the tiring face of a man, choosing to stay away from the isle of rain. Every drop of water falling over that frail sheet yells a story of past where an unusual war started to end something. There seems a great fight between what is destined for you and what you wish to have and in the end it's your fate that wins.
•R A I N•
Heading high to the sky, it shows how far the clouds are. Probably your wings can touch those but the wind reminds of the dripping drops of broken faith. Indeed the light after the dark sky evaporates the leftover scar, reaped after a huge struggle with your own book wrote with dark red stain. The man near me looked at his wet slacked creases, accepting his destiny as the driving force. He looked up and smiled, Ironically it was the helplessness in him.. But He smiled.
•P A P E R B O A T S•
The raw cellulose moulded in thin sheets and unblemished, always held enough power to recite a man's best. I remember my mother carrying hopes wrapped in these papers which often made her eyes shimmer. Everytime I fold it into a paper boat, she asked me to sail it in a direction where lies a land of desires. Isn't it funny, the way we once enjoyed this little thing once, is now a homage to our dead aspirations.
Seeing a child making paper boats don't cherish the child in us anymore rather it shoots the acquaintance with the upcoming future.
Today it's raining and I wished to sit by the pond and test my fortune once again but the lapse of time covers my head tightly. Perhaps nothing is gonna change when there is no war between those paper boats and rain again. And the lost boats are struggling to return once again. And they are lost again....
P.S writing after a long time , please don't judge.
Hello everyone! Hope you're all doing great :) *sanitizes hands and refuses for a handshake*
Challenge time!!! The main purpose of hosting this challenge is to bring the writers in all of us together for some moments. I would be satisfied if this makes at least one person feels happy by the time of results. Let's go! (don't run out of your houses now XD)
*virtual trumpets and drumrolls* ________________________________________________
| A VERSE AND A PEN CHALLENGE | (Part 01 - The game of guesses) ________________
In the challenge, you are supposed to firstly choose a quote, more specifically, a number, and let me know in the comments. The quotes are related to your prompts in an enough satisfactory way, so think and choose wisely!
THE QUOTE GALLERY:
1. That it will never come again is what makes Life so sweet ~ Emily Dickinson
2. The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched. They must be felt with the heart ~ Helen Keller
3. If you can't find the light through your darkness, become the light. ~ Roger Lee
4. A good life is a collection of happy moments. ~ Denis
5. A place to dwell, full of peace, secure; a place to rest - This is home to me, and that is why I long for it so. ~ Unknown
6. There will always be a reason why you meet people. Either you need them to change your life, or you're the one that will change theirs. ~ Angel Flonis Harefa
(Don't judge the prompts by the quotes XD) ________________
How to participate: You have been given six quotes numbered from 1 to 6, as you've seen already. Now all you have to do is, select a number, and comment, "I'm in, number __". ________________
️ Read the rules very "carefully". XD
️ You also have to let me know, any two English novels with the name of the author (either the ones in your bucket list or your favorite ones, your wish); that might end up being a part of your winning prize! The comment would be like: "I'm in, __" "Novels: (any 2)"
️ Once commented, the number chosen cannot be changed. And once the prompt is received, that cannot be changed either.
️ Part 2 of this challenge will be posted by me after the deadline, which will reveal your "original" prompts.
️ You are free to participate until 12 pm (IST) of June 2. No participants will be accepted after the participation time is over.
️ Other rules will be mentioned in the part 2; this is all you have to know and follow, at the present. ________________
Take some help with an example: Let us say, @/vantab1ack has chosen number 6. In part 2 of this challenge post, his "actual" prompt is like: 1.... 2.... 3.... 4.... 5. Write about your sister. 6. Write about your school. So vantab1ack will write his poetry on his school, which is number 6. I hope you get that clearly. ________________
So yeah, that's that. I hope you liked this, and I hope you would enjoy the course of the challenge. You can ask me regarding any queries, I'm here for you :) Help out your fellow friends if they would like to participate. And please do not spam the comment section unnecessarily, since it would be difficult for me to check important notifs in the notifications panel. It's a kind request *puppy eyes*
Thank you, if you successfully made it till here. Bye! *wears a mask and takes leave*
The first few days in love are probably the best days of your life. The sunshine is more warmer, the sky is more vast, the colors are more vibrant, honey tastes a bit more sweet and every night is a journey towards the stars.You eagerly await for your lover's tinkle, you have surreal thoughts of a romantic date, maybe on a beach or somewhere close to nature. You visualize yourself standing with your beloved on the apex of a blue mountain gazing and adoring the smoggy gorgeous sunset.
Betwixt the farewell of dawn and arrival of dusk there always lingers a balmy evening with a heartening sunset. Evenings are magical. The day forbears by kissing the seashore and bidding it with a goodbye, the night is about to approach and the tufts of clouds scud the sky with a mystical sparkle. The sun has just descended in the west, the sky resembles color of an apricot and the birds are harking back to their aeries. Aren't evenings perfect for romantic dates?
Together, we just want to fly away from this world, and hold our hands whilst transcending the hazel sky and abscond into the abyss of our bewitching fantasies
Ostensibly, every dawn is a beautiful adventure which is ordained to bring you both closer. It all feels like an ecstatic dream you never want to wake up from. Love is the one thing i know that can make you feel heaven on earth.
Together, we run towards the endless trials of love, we move criss-cross, amble the beach, wade the ocean and scrabble up the mountains, yearning to find ourselves in each other
Isn't love a good reason to live? Maybe it is or maybe it's not. But it's certainly a reason worth dying for.
We wander around seeking the 'one' with whom we could sing our songs. Together, we would sit on the train track observing the stars under the black sky. Black isn't romantic, it's mysterious. Just like our bond.
I want to gift you a banquet of flowers, flowers which are withered and dead and can resuscitate only by your touch , Promises are the budding petals of those flowers and Just like a night which doesn't end with the rising sun, love never ends in the void, it merely begins there.
The pages of my diary are now filled with our soppy tales and all i do is scribble your name on it over and over again.
When the different cities Under the same magnificent starry nights Make you feel the distance Then, ask the moon It'll whisper your name Ask my stars They'll let you see How we shine brighter than them Ask our universe It'll acknowledge you About how small it is to show you the amount love and faith It holds for Us! And the amount of love we carry For each other!