Announcement for a writing prompt !

December is the mark of year end. 11 months gone. Sorrows, joys, smiles, tears, pain, success – you lived it all. Before these 11 months, you lived a lot many similar months.

Tell us about the special months. The challenge is to write about each month – all 12 of them in 12 different posts – either of this year, or of the past, or the future month you are awaiting for some reason – any thing, any form. The challenge lasts through out the month of December – Dec 1,2012 6:00 AM IST to Dec 31,2012 11:00 PM IST.
Hope to see you writing and sharing your memories and dreams with me.

This is the third year that I am hosting this prompt (on my old wordpress blog)

And again, I hope to make mew friends , be a part of some old friend's memories and joys and know a little more of myself too. Come and share different aspects of each month - any form , any theme !! let it be the music that inspired you , or the new dish you learned .. Write !

Link your entries on the new page that I will start on dec 1.

For any doubts or queries , email me at : nimuegal(at)gmail(dot)com

Some questions from Last year :

12 posts for 12 months okay?
yes ! but I will not mind if the posts are less in number untill you mention all 12 months any how ..

Could be fiction/ non fiction?yes ! any genre / form 

I publish the posts on my own blog and send you the link?

exactly !! leave the link in comment section  i will add them to main post on new page

And I have to write the posts over the month of December?

true .. the posts should all be done by 31st dec 2011

you can check the last years entries at this page

Here is the wrap up post from 2010 !

Posts from 2011 are here

The new page and the enteries will be linked to page on ladynimue.wordpress.com

:)

aaj fir paani barsa

 

 

आज फिर पानी बरसा,

सूखी  माटी पी गयी हर बूँद 

और इसी जमीन पर मैं खड़ी 

ढूँढती अपनी हँसी ,

तितलियों सी उडती थी 

आज तेरे हाथों में मसली गयी 

तारों सी झिलमिल करती थी 

आज अंधेरों में दबी है कहीं।

मैं नहीं, ना  मेरा वजूद ,

तू सही, तू ही हर जगह मौजूद ,

मेरी बात नहीं, तेरा साथ नहीं,

ये घर अब घर न रहा ,

ईंट - रेत  का मकान ही सही।

सपने नहीं,उम्मीदें दम तोड़ चुकी,

ज़िन्दगी नहीं, ज़िन्दगी नयी ?

इस सवाल से घिरी आज मैं खड़ी 

आज फिर पानी बरसा,

सूखी माती पी गयी हर बूँद,

आंसूं से खुद को सीनचती 

तेरी परछाई में खुद को  रही ढून्ढ।

--

प्रेम सहित , Ibeingme  को भेँट .


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Purple bloom

tiny fingers clench,
purple blooms,prodding the pine
faint smiles fill the air

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Inspired by Carpe diem Special#9
also linked to 3WW , Haiku my Heart


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Winters

full moon tonight
she waits for him to return
end of her winters;

nearby a beaver
gathers food , fur and hopes
for cozy winters;

seasons come and go
some creatures nest,some let go
varied reactions.


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Written for Carpe diem , OSI  , Open Link night @ dVerse Poets
and

Whispers

If one believed,
even emptiness can echo
whispers of love

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Linked to Carpe diem ,  Magpie Tales

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Birch

silver shower of love,
passions paint the colors of night
Birch hides the lovers.


--

Linked to -

Carpe diem



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Thanks

Tea leaves boil -
high above the mountain
ascetic smiles;

new day beckons
kept in wraps by prayers
silent blessing.

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The haiku set is inspired by Carpe Diem.
The Acrostic is written for dVerse : Form All
Also linked to Haiku My Heart and Haiku Friday


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Beach

envision the peace,
waves in motion,sand in feet,
hold the dream,hold me.

--

For Carpe Diem , 3WW

Also for :
 

Mother-Daughter-Mother

the daughter turns -

she nurses a life within;

circle continues.

This haiku is for Carpe Diem.

Inspired by this thought , I penned the following lines in my native language. translation below that.


कल तक मेरी बाहों में
सिमट जाती थी जो,
आज उसकी बाहों में
इक नन्ही कलि पले ,
बिटिया कह जिसको
पुकारा उम्र भर
आज उसकी बिटिया से
ये आँगन चेह्के।


she, who filled
my arms with her smiles,
stands today
with her arms filled like wise;
who claimed her place
in my life since birth,
has shared it now
with her own flesh and blood.


This poem is for the wonderful poets I meet each week @ Open Link night .

Marriage

A bed of roses
they together walked upon
healing scars from past.

healing scars of past

they sow seeds of love and care -

tree of happy life.

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Prompted @ OSI , Carpe Diem , Haiku Height , Theme Thursday

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To "jade"

possibilities;
colors as many as feelings,
yet,I "jade" you.

<3

Linked to Carpe Diem  , Theme Thursday


*Jade ring (or translated to "Yuhuan" in Chinese) is a symbol of eternal and everlasting love.

Painted Sea

The deep blue stretch
painted to implicate a storm -
yet a cause for peace.

--
Linked to 3WW , Carpe Diem haiku prompt

A poor Dinner

"Did you tell mom that we should have dinner like poor people?" my son asked my mom.
She looked amused. She never thought we would remember such things.
"Yes, I did. that's to give less work to tummy."
"Is soup poor ?"
"no child, we have it 'cause it is richest in vegetables."

--

Inspired from Theme Thursday .

also for G-Man 's fridayflash55

Habits : A way of life

I call it a habit,its not.

this tumultuous urge
to answer and question
before your question
and after few replies,
this wrath of words
that bite you
and me alike;

Its a key to moods,
to get irritated at rotten moments,
to enable joys at your mere mention,
to feel upbeat to have you with me,
and to put to death anything that bothers you.

I call it a habit,its not.
Its just me.
As I am for you.

Prompted @ Sunday Whirl

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Below is an almost similar feelings expressed in hindi.

(dedicated to my love)

aadatein ...

saanson se bhi tez
sunai padti hain,
shabdon se pehle
hi bun jaati hain,
ek jawaab ,
kuch sawaal,
jis se na tum bachte ho,
na hi main khud.

bas aadat hai,
jhallane ki har us baat par
jo khatakti hai mujhko,
sanwaarne ki har wo din
jo tere naam se shuru ho,
aur paane ki har wo khushi
jo teri aadat ban gayi ho,

aadatein,
teri,
tere pyaar ki,
meri,
mere ajeeb izhaar ki ...

aadatein,
main un se hoon,
vo mujhse hain.

:)