On this day of "Hindi Divas" here's a call for all writers to showcase the beauty of the language.
So here we are back with our monthly #words&voice Contest for the month of September. Writers from all across the globe are invited for poetry / prose / article/ songs/ dance / photography / painting/ sketches or any form of art.
Buckle up and get ready for this great art festival. The write-ups , sketches and photography will be posted on our Instagram handle and the videos of poetry , prose , story , dance , songs will be uploaded on our IGTV and youtube channel.
Rules for the contest :
✔Theme : Beauty of Hindi language ✔Entry fee : Rs 20 (via paytm/NEFT/ Google pay for indian subcontinent) and $1 (for outside India via PayPal) ✔ Last date : 21st September 10:00 pm GMT ✔Language : Hindi ✔Video should not be more than 4 minutes. ✔ Mail should have your introduction and description of the theme. ✔It should be crystal clear. ✔ For Instagram participation mail us your content ✔It should not be plagiarized ✔It should not be uploaded anywhere on any platform.
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Those who would like to share your video with us to feature on our channel mail us to firstname.lastname@example.org along with two line description of your content in text form. PS: Kindly attach the screenshot of your payment to the mail.
All entries will be rewarded with e-certificate of participation.
And also the WINNERS ( Based on the analytics of 10 day's views and likes and nevertheless the most important content) would receive e-certificate of participation as well has achievement along with CASH PRIZES.
YouTube winner: A paperback book of 'Prem ke rahasyamayi rang' compiled by Anupam mishra ( signed copy) + cash prize
Instagram winner : A paperback book of ' The Burning Outcry ' by writerstolli. (Signed copy) + cash prize.
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There are things that If I could I would rather forget In a heartbeat But there's not Much point in Wishing for things That you know Will never come true.
They tell me that I could never be A poet That I cannot write Pretty words And it is true I cannot tell you How the sky looks Like just before A storm Except that it is A shade of ash I could never describe The smell of damp grass Just after the rains Except that it Is beautiful But that is Not quite pretty, is it?.
They tell me that I would not make A good storyteller It is undeniably a fact That I possess Quite a poor imagination And though I try My damnedest Lies do not seem To flow from my tongue Certainly not as easily As the truth does But let us admit That real life Can become Mind numbingly boring, isn't it?
The memories won't Leave me alone And over the years I have made my peace With that fact Sometimes they call It a gift At others, a curse But all I know is The truth is rarely A black and white snapshot It is many shades of grey And maybe other colours That we have Yet to name.