“Hope is the sunrise that refuses to stay asleep.”
“Resilience is the green shoot breaking through stone.”
“Change is the river’s way of teaching us to dance.”
Your task this week is to use any of the above quotes as a theme or backdrop for your piece. Let us see how Hope, Resilience, or Change look like and dress in your story.
Hope
Hope is a ray of sunshine in darkness, helps not giving in to negativity. Hope alone is not enough. It motivates, and when accompnied with faith, action, will, perseverence and consistancy, Helps you to understand and accept the neccesity to change, and changes vulnerability into resilience.
You saw it. The theme for this week is “In Between Eclipses.”
I am giving three haiga images here to further push your creativity.
It is your choice to use or not use the lines embedded in the images.
Living in between eclipses What symbolic message God has always tried to convey to His innocent children The difference between the journey from birth to death? In this transient phase, sometimes the darkness can feel very dense. Energy low or intense. Each eclipse, shows a path, that this too shall pass. Don’t overreact. Stay calm and steady. Introspect. Let the soul awaken. Does it indicates, Let everything happen on its pace, don’t force things to change simply surrender and feel the experiences, that only a steady, focused, and meditative mind can understand. Wake up. Trusting that everything is happening for a greater purpose. Otherwise, no matter how many eclipses come, we continue living the same old routine, where, morning comes, evening comes, and life ends just like that.
For this week’s prompt, let’s write erasure poems.
Erasure poetry, also known as blackout poetry, is a form of found poetry wherein a poet takes an existing text and erases, blacks out, or otherwise obscures a large portion of the text, creating a wholly new work from what remains.
You might begin with an existing text or poem and shape something new by removing words, or write your own piece and then erase portions of it to reveal another layer. You could even place a poem over a work of art and present it visually as an erasure.
The keyword is “REDACTED.” Interpret it in whatever way feels meaningful to you.
Rebirth
Each end gives, the opportunity, to confront, the inevitable challenges of life, a crisis of faith and growth, an encounter with our fears and our shortcomings initiates a mystical journey in search of an opportunity through time and space, through past and present in search for love and forgiveness to rewrite Own destiny.
The image below is this week’s prompt. This structure is called a stepwell. I’ve kept the image settings on Large to show the intricacy. You can compress the size on your blog, if so desired.
I will leave the remaining to your imagination and research.
Are you a "river person" or a "well person"?
A "well person" means:
Someone secure, stable, and self-sufficient like a deep well,
whose nature is not "flowing,"
who may be content with settling in one place.
River people are those who prefer a flexible,
exploratory approach to life and work,
focusing on passion, journey, and experience
rather than a rigid, goal-oriented path.
I am basically a river person,
trapped in the body of a well person,
whose soul longs to break free and flow,
but the lack of courage, traditional bonds, and the constraints of relationships
have become shackles on my feet,
And I am cursed
to live a life of stagnation.
But no regrets
and malice towards none
counting my blessings, trying to
Find the balance between
acknowledging the struggles and
celebrating the positives.
Stepwells, or baolis/vavs, are ancient, ornate water storage systems primarily found in arid regions of India like Rajasthan and Gujarat, with over 3,000 built between the 7th and 19th centuries. They feature deep, stone-stepped corridors leading to groundwater, serving as sustainable, cool gathering places for bathing, rituals, and drinking water.
When they ate the fruit that was forbidden Adam and Eve were expelled from heaven They ran with full might From the fruit of delight For their faith in its goodness was shaken
Write a story, poem, or reflection where the act of giving thanks is tied to resilience, protest, or moral strength. Explore the paradox of refusing to be grateful to the ungrateful: those who exploit, silence, or dismiss others. Instead, celebrate gratitude as a weapon of dignity—thankfulness for the voices that rise, the hands that resist, and the hearts that refuse to bow. How does gratitude transform when it becomes an act of defiance?”
Thanks, but no thanks
Thanks, but no thanks For an offer that doesn’t feel reasonable. For the thanks that don’t come from the heart. For the sorry that doesn’t feel genuine. For the please that feels too formal. For the invitation, it feels like you’re doing me a favor. For the compliment that sounds fake in your voice. A smile that doesn’t reach your eyes. The discussions you indulge in are just to show off your intelligence. The debates you raise are only to win. Your silence when you use it as a weapon to make me say sorry
Welcome to the world of AI. Thanks, but no thanks. Cashless transactions. Miss the touch of crisp currency notes Virtual blessings, love, and hugs Without a warm touch. Online shopping. Miss the joy of traveling and choosing, and touch of everything. Virtual sightseeing tours. Virtual functions. Virtual wedding celebrations. Virtual pooja and rituals Virtual fun. Virtual love. Virtual gratitude. Virtual thanks and thanksgiving. Only one thing has escaped the trap of AI. Hunger. Hunger for food. Hunger to look good and young. Hunger for money. Hunger for power. Hunger for land. Hunger to rule the world. Thanks for all the new technology. You’re busy with virtual meetings and parties. They’re out to take over your world. Please come out of your fabricated world. Or you won’t even know, and they’ll pull the carpet away from your feet.
How are you celebrating the day, or how would you like to celebrate.
THANKSGIVING
Apart from expressing my gratitude to this universe, my parents, siblings, relatives, neighbors, friends, my helping hand, my school, college, my office colleagues, my husband, and my children, who have in many ways shaped my character, given me an identity, were present in my life’s journey, whether it was on the track or off the track.
I must also extend my thanks to all the doctors, scientists, researchers, and discoverers who have made my life more comfortable and enjoyable. The list of those I am extremely grateful is endless.
My heartfelt gratitude to all my blogger friends, who are all successful writers with many published books and still manage to read my posts, like, and comment on them. They have encouraged and enriched me in my blogging journey.
I can’t thank enough to our WordPress Team who gave me such a nice well managed platform for blogging. Here only I met some wonderful virtual friends, and also my Grammarly app which helps me correct my grammar and spelling. At last, I have to show gratitude to my body who had till now supported me despite…
How would I like to celebrate a Thanksgiving day? I would love to party with my friends at the sea beach, on a full moon night, overloading them with love, care, and delicacies, and dance all night. Alas! I am past that age. Still no harm in dreaming, and when dreaming, why spend less?
We have a quote to fire your imagination this week.
“I think if you are curious, you create opportunities, and then if you open the doors, you create possibilities.”
– Mario Testino
Curiosity Is Rewarding
School teachers said, 'Ask questions' Our Religious heads said, 'Never raise doubts. Believe what we say blindly.' People were confused Wondering what to believe They lost their freedom Became slave of the ongoing traditions and beliefs The best gift of life unopened Opportunities were lost Possibilities died
Enlightened said "If you are curious, you create opportunities, and then if you open the doors, you create possibilities.”
Thousands salute to Those who believed the enlightened ones and dared Despite Suffering Atrocities of Society, and Religion leaders They didn't stop until they found the right answers to their questions Their persistence paid off The world is now appreciating them For their achievements
‘No one came to visit me?’ he tried to keep straight face. As usual nurse’s answer was negative.
He was bedridden and in good hands for he has all the money to afford great care but he felt all the care he got was mechanical.
He admitted that he was responsible for loneliness as he was one of those people who believe that money can buy love, friends, care, security, and loyalty. He believed that everything and everyone has a price tag. You pay the right amount and you will get whatever you want. He was arrogant, stubborn and never cared for anyone. He was always suspicious of everyone.
He always wore a fierce countenance so no one could come near enough to take advantage of him and in the process he became lonely. Everyone left him except for his servants who worked for money. Even they left him when they could not bear his extreme cynical behavior.
Now lying in a posh nursing home, all alone, with no visitors to cheer him, he regretted, why he didn’t realize that money cannot buy true unconditional love and friendship.
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