Tag: WRITING

Creativity.

Creativity.

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Creativity needs a spire,

Of thought,

Of happiness,

Of ideas,

Of beauty,

Of love,

And of inspiration.

To grow upon.

It needs to be strong.

Creativity is not a magic act,

Done in seconds.

It’s not as instant as instant noodles.

First of all, it needs heart.

Secondly, it needs focus.

Thirdly, a desire to create something.

Fourth it needs time.

Creativity is God’s grace and boon.

For without him,

The “C” of creativity wouldn’t exist,

Neither would humans,

Nor anything which we know of.

As a creator creates,

So does the “CREATOR”.

The relation is symbiotic.

The main difference is that,

His work is infinite, brilliant, superb, excellent, perfect, meaningful and full of love.

This writing is an ode to him.

Adios!

The Humidity.

The Humidity.

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The humidity has been flying high,

For it can’t be touched with anything except precipitation or dew.

Well who cares?

The humidity,

Suddenly felt the need for its presence to be felt,

It thought hard,

And the next day morning the residents woke up to a huge blanket of fog.

Now humidity asked-“How’s that? Now do you all care?”

Adios!

The Old Man Said No.

The Old Man Said No.

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The old man said no,

To any help.

To any request.

To any thing,

Which required his thought to be fared.

The old man said no to the all good things,

He said-“I am all alone,

And let my “self” sing.

Let the birds fly,

Let the world say hi,

I am an old man,

With no one save my friend,

My “hurting back.”

The old man said no,

To one and all.

Had one last request,

He said-“Can I have a bowl of ice cream?”

Adios!

As A Student Said.

As A Student Said.

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As a student said,

“Sir do treat me right.

It’s my duty to do my homework,

It’s my duty to study for myself.

To keep my head high,

But Sir,

Please do treat me right.

I am that light,

Which shall shine sometime in the future.

I simply pray that sir-“Do give me the chance to prove myself,

Otherwise a student such as me can’t grow.

The professor kept quiet hearing this.

And the rest is unknown.”

Adios!