Writing to me is....

Hello friends,


Today's post is in conjunction with the Blog-A-Licious Blog Tour a fantastic blog hop that brings together bloggers of all genres, backgrounds and locations. In today's hop, the blog featured before my blog is Sonia's lovely blog, "Sonia - http://soniarumzi.com/ ".

The blog featured after mine is the captivating blog by the Pandora Poikilos,
"Dora - http://peacefrompieces.blogspot.com/ ". Do stop by and say hello plus some of us are having giveaways and


contests. Enjoy! 


Tour Date - 25 June

Theme - Writing To Me Is ...

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Writing to me is…..like

breathing, feeling pangs of happiness and sorrow, meeting friends, embracing a dear one, kissing a lover…writing is all this and so much more to me. It unshackles me from this humdrum living and raises my soul higher, so that I can see the beauty of the world from up there. Writing liberates my mind and enriches my very being; it gives me a reason to stay alive, to create, to be content. It defines me, it’s my identity. Writing is my life.

Writing is my religion and god rolled into one sacred awesome package. I live, breathe, eat, sleep and dream writing. I need my reading glasses, my pen and my writing pad with me at all times. In fact these are the only cosmetics you’ll find in my handbag. Eccentric to the core, I am a scribbler, passionate about the papers that I scribble on.
                                                                   

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It is an escape from the demons inside my head, a relief from the fears of the unknown. It’s the comfort of a mother’s hug and being rocked in her arms. Writing is a gift at times and a curse at other times. It is therapeutic to me and cleanses my soul, it’s like going to a confessional…healing, rejuvenating, like putting a band-aid on a fresh wound.

Writing is strong arms holding me close and keeping me safe from all evil, my haven. It’s fulfilment of a last wish, a sentimental odyssey into the depths of my deepest desires.

I love writing, in case you all haven’t figured it out as yet….keep writing and keep smiling, my dear writer friends.

Thank you for reading my post, please share your thoughts about it with me.

Lucks aka Sulekha

The other bloggers on this wonderful tour are:

1. Paula - http://hardlineselfhelp.com/ 

2. Stuart - http://bornstoryteller.wordpress.com/

3. Karen - http://karenvwasylowski.blogspot.com/  

4. DK Levick - http://dklevick.wordpress.com/

5. Shannon - http://reflectionandreview.com/

6. Corinne - http://www.everydaygyaan.com/

7. Sonia - http://soniarumzi.com/

8. Sulekha - http://sulekkha.blogspot.com/ 

9. Dora - http://peacefrompieces.blogspot.com/

10. Sarah - http://sarahbutland.com/blog/

11. Marcia - http://insidejourneys.com/

12. Roy - http://royd-spiltmilk.blogspot.com/

13. Janki - http://janukulkarni.blogspot.com/

14. Tina - http://tinahoggatt.wordpress.com/

15. Thelma - http://widowsphere.blogspot.com/

16. Muriel - http://mumugb.blogspot.com/

17. Nolan - http://nolanwilsonfreelance.com/blog 

18. Deborah - http://www.deborahswift.blogspot.com/

19. Jennifer - http://remembernewvember.blogspot.com/

20. Grace - http://graceelliot-author.blogspot.com/

21. Dora - http://blogaliciousblogs.blogspot.com/

Do visit their blogs and read their wonderful posts.

Stylish Blogger Award

Sukanya Bora of http://sukanyabora.wordpress.com/ has awarded me the Stylish Blogger Award and I am thrilled and honored to receive it from such a talented blogger like her. I have to say seven things about myself and give this award to seven stylish bloggers.
Here goes:


1. I have two birthdays, 8th January and 16th April, the first one being my birth-birthday and the second one my adopted birthday,( it was my dad's birthday too).


2. I love books.


3. My soul bleeds onto the pages I write on.


4. I believe in miracles.


5. My motto is, "Live and let live".


6. Friends and family mean the world to me.


7. My mind is a potpourri of thoughts.




The Seven Stylish Bloggers on my list are:




Pandora Poikilos
http://pandorapoikilos.com/


Stuart Nager

bornstoryteller.wordpress.com

Tameka Mullins
http://lyricfire.typepad.com


Aabhisek Panda

http://abhisekpanda-www.blogspot.com Jenni De La Torre forjenssake.wordpress.com

David Michael Smith
erinsdomain.blogspot.com

Melissa Tandoc
grazieadio.blogspot.com

Each one of them is special in his/her own way, do check out their blogs and be mesmerized.

"The Book that inspires me the most"

Hello friends,


Today's post is in conjunction with the Blog-A-Licious Blog Tour a fantastic blog hop that brings together bloggers of all genres, backgrounds and locations. In today's hop, the blog featured before "http://sulekkha.blogspot.com/ " 
is "http://royd-spiltmilk.blogspot.com/ ". The blog featured after "http://sulekkha.blogspot.com/" is the captivating 
"http://peacefrompieces.blogspot.com/ ". Do stop by and say hello plus some of us are having giveaways and 


contests. Enjoy! 

My Post


The book that inspires me most:

I love books, all kinds, shapes, size and reading is my passion. Different books appeal to me at different stages of my life and one book stands out as my ultimate favorite because of a very special reason.The book is titled, "Who will cry when you Die?" This wonderful book holds a special place in my heart as this was the last gift my father sent to me before he passed away, and it has valuable treasures of wisdom to enrich people's lives.

Who will cry when you die? By Robin Sharma

The tragedy of life is not death, but what we let die inside of us while we live. –Norman Cousins.

This book has enriched my life and made me stronger to deal with anything and everything coming my way. It teaches us that we are responsible for our happiness and we can change our lives and steer them in any way we want to go.

In this book the author advises the readers to find their calling and adds that finding your calling, simply means you need to bring more of yourself into your work and focus on the things you do best. It means you have to stop waiting for other people to make the changes you desire and, as Mahatma Gandhi noted: “Be the change that you wish to see most in your world.”

I am learning so much about life and am a changed person after following the advice given in the book. Robin Sharma says, ‘Take More Risks’. He says on the other side of fear lies freedom. “To live your life to the fullest, start taking more risks and doing the things you fear.”

I was never a risk taker but now for the past 17 months, I have done nothing else but this. I have conquered my fears of the unknown, failure, rejection and defeat, and am charging ahead in life, confident that I will succeed and even if I don’t sometimes, I will have tried to succeed. I will learn from my mistakes and try again and again and finally succeed.

I have started taking the initiative and am confident that everything will work out for me and nothing can hurt or harm me anymore, I am unstoppable. I have cleared the mental clutter and it’s unable to drain my precious energy.

I no longer think negative thoughts and am happy to be alive, life is for the living, and I am living it to the fullest. I am stepping out of my comfort zone and living an adventurous life. I have started a new project with a few friends and am learning something new about it every day. I have never had so much fun learning and working hard towards a cherished goal. I have promised myself that I will excel in my chosen field and hence am working hard towards achieving that goal.

 

I have learnt to forgive and forget, can sleep much better at night and am at peace with the world. I have also developed a whole lot of patience with unsolved mysteries of the heart. I am taking it one day at a time and am confident that all will be well in the end.

This book has taught me a lot, I have learnt to smile through my struggling tears, laugh in the face of adversity and stand tall when confronted with life’s innumerable stresses and problems. You become a better person in the process of reaching your destination, so I have started enjoying the journey to the destination and am sure that one day I will achieve my goals.

“It is not because things are difficult that we do not dare; it is because we do not dare that they are difficult.”

Sulekha/ Lucks

 Now then there are other blogs on this tour that just might have a book that may inspire you here is the list of blogs on the tour.

1.     
Roy - http://royd-spiltmilk.blogspot.com/ this is where you are.
2. Sulekha - http://sulekkha.blogspot.com/ 
3. Dora - http://peacefrompieces.blogspot.com/
4. Shaeeza - http://shaeeza.blogspot.com/ 
5. Mari - http://mariscamera.blogspot.com/
6. Paula - http://hardlineselfhelp.com/ 
7. Karen - http://karenvwasylowski.blogspot.com/ 
8. Keiko - http://hannahweptsarahlaughed.blogspot.com/
9. Catherine - http://catherinestine.blogspot.com/
10. Kate & Ashley - http://backofthebookreviews.com/
11. Desiree - http://www.desireeholttellsall.com/
12. Sonia - http://soniarumzi.com/
13. DK Levick - http://dklevick.wordpress.com/
14. Kelley - http://4theluvofwriting.blogspot.com/
15. Tosh - http://totsymae.com/
16. Lucy - http://lifethrulucylasticaslense.blogspot.com/
17. Dora - http://blogaliciousblogs.blogspot.com/

Cold Grave

She lay there, exposed,

Unconcerned,

about her state of undress,

unapologetic even.

Limbs sprawled, head thrown back.

She lay on the ground,

motionless.

Her body was cold to the touch,

Chilled.

Had turned blue.

She looked like she was sleeping,

After spray painting herself.

The officer, on her naked body,

A white sheet, hurriedly, threw.

She cringed with embarrassment,

While looking down at herself,

lying there Spread-eagled,

averted her eyes, and sighed.

Death strips you of your dignity,

And pride.

On hearing a commotion,

Her soul, looked at him,

so expectantly.

That witnessing her eagerness,

My eyes misted over,

unexpectedly.

The distraught young man,

was inconsolable,

threw himself on the cold body

covered with the white sheet,

and wept.

As if with his warm tears,

her cold and chilled,

heart and body,

they could melt.

She had gone, far far away,

from this unfeeling world,

away from  heartache and pain.

She didn’t want to be born again,

until she was promised love.

She wanted it all,

Wanted to be the,

mistress of her fate,

needed with her, 

her soul-mate.

Without him by her side,

She did not want to,

go along for the ride.

She’d had enough,

of lonely winters,

and parched summers.

She didn’t want,

any of it, no way.

Now she needed assurances,

before coming back,

to live here,

where people realize,

Your worth only,

after you’ve gone away.

Lucks a.k.a Sulekha

Undone

When did we come undone? Can’t really say.

When did your hand, slip out of mine?

When did our steps falter?

When did we stop walking in unison?

When did you stride away,

Leaving me alone along the way?

Don’t have a clue, why we’re no longer together?

When did things become, so unbearable to handle?

Why didn’t we fight harder, to be with one another?

To forgive each others innocent mistakes.

We just gave up, one bitter-sweet day.

You just said your piece and walked away.

Without giving me a chance to, change your mind.

Left me with nothing to say.

Love’s going hurts like hell, drives you mad with grief.

You forget to ever smile again, your dry eyes forever weep.

The niggling ache in the place, where your heart used to be,

rings hollow, when you tap it, nobody’s home, it seems to say.

Ever since we parted ways, life has been a blur of breathing,

eating, existing, without living. Surviving is not so important,

Feels like such a waste of time, this aimless wandering.

How can you go on , after your reason for living is,

Snatched out of your life, without a warning?

You stare vacantly, trying to remember,

How happy you once had been.

How his one look could melt your insides,

How his touch could make you surrender?

Your innermost desires would spill out,

the moment he was near you.

How you almost died with ecatasy,

When he whispered in your ear,

“I Love You.”

Lucks a.k.a Sulekha

A poem

A poem tugged at my sleeve,

and tried to catch my eye.

I ignored the gentle pull and,

Walked away, unmindful,

of its tiny sigh.

It followed me like a puppy,

loyal, loving and playful.

Hopped, skipped and danced,

Around me, trying to catch,

my attention.

My strides didn’t falter,

My path I didn’t alter.

Kept looking straight ahead,

Ignoring the poem, as if,

It didn’t at all matter.

I outran the poem and sat in a bar,

filled with smoke and dirty wallpaper.

There were people, everywhere,

that I could see.

The poem must have crept up,

on me, while I wasn’t looking.

Cause I suddenly had the urge,

to put it down on paper.

It came out nice and read so well,

That it swelled my heart with pride.

I wish you could have read it too,

It was about love and about you.

Lucks a.k.a sulekha

If I forget?

How will I remember you?

If I lose my mind,

I would hate it,

Not knowing you.

I don't want to not remember.

What do I do?

How can I never forget?

If you call my name,

and I don't answer?

Will you stop calling?

If you talk to me and,

I refuse to respond?

Will you never,

Speak to me again?

Please make an effort again.

Give me another chance,

to recognize you.

I don't want to forget.

When I see you coming and,

Turn my head away?

Know that, I can't see you,

In my mind’s eye,

I am sightless,

I am blind,

Because of the illness.

If I ask your name?

Please humor me,

Spell it out for me,

Maybe it will jog my memory.

If I go away, drift off,

Will you bring me back home?

Will you tell me,

that you love me?

Will you keep me,

from wandering off?

If I stop loving you,

Will you do the same?

Know that, though my mind,

might forget you.

My heart and soul,

will remain forever,

Loyal to your memory.

I may look like,

I am going someplace,

But, in reality,

I will be lost forever.

                           

Lucks a.k.a Sulekha