There is a good series, dimensions of storm, a up and down in feeling, finding and be in the storm, caprices of Nature, human and Nature relation, clouds changed, sky figured with a wavy change, winds with howling sounds, then silence and at last the storm ceases and the sunshine appears; fantastic visual projection, I liked.
We love to wish, everyone I think, rather, we are never tired, particularly when it is about getting, interestingly enough getting free from God, you wished on this nineteenth instant, but you are gentle and intelligent, you know how to appreciate God, you acknowledge and thank God for making you brainy, you express your owe to God for His infinite gifts also for you, you just wish your only question may be answered by God now and only now, simple is the question – will people believe in God’s supremacy you have experienced; simply nice; I enjoyed the read.
Of course, many of us, sometime or even, a few of us, do keep everything, or even the most trivial thing like a slip or ticket, you carelessly or without thinking much, kept all those letters, each had three or four letters only, received during the World War II, now you find all those letters are yellowed over age, so many things gone or lost today, but you still think of those letters; very nicely written; I liked and enjoyed the read.
So what? If not seen, you guess, she must be the most beautiful girl on the entire earth, you know God must have sent her from Russia, she is your little lovely lady, you will meet her to find everything true; nice it is a wonderful romantic thoughtful poem; it’s a pleasant read.
You have written this excellent poem in nice abcb format. You claim you praised Lord ever. Still you wish to get more strength and wisdom. You wish to walk to Heaven and touch Lord’s feet and take rest. You wish Lord’s judgment. I liked this and enjoyed the read.
Well done, I liked this acrostic poem; love of the New York City cannot be destroyed, as you know it is still acting for protection of the humanity and will not allow to happen another 9/11, everyone salutes the heroic loam of the city.
Fantastic! I liked this short story; it has no exaggeration, it tells the story straightforward; I liked the beginning has a catch and then there is good plot progression with a curious ending; you went to the cave and found the witch and on telling the witch changed everything back to normal and she promised not to do the same, and whether she keeps her promise it is to be read in your next short story; well done.
Here you have projected a daring man of high spirit, confidence; he has all along being in pains and disastrous state but is committed to perform his task on assignments and do out all tasks despite all odds as he does not fear the future courses of activities and without lamenting for the past, he is determined to perform his tasks responsibly; a nice projection of a valiant person; I liked the taletelling and free flow of thoughts all the way.
This is a good act upon the cause of some sort of dedication to a person, more than friend and more than loved one.
You cared to remember the person and keep on going down the memory lane and open the treasures of moments of happiness, the act of love and care, musical inspiration and song like melodic influence with act of whispering to your ear with echoing effect to embrace your head, heart and soul.
So his waves of melodic sound help you remembering Irish folk song.
And still you love to remember those sensational and romantic moods and moments at the place where the same air still moves and sings the same tune of happiness and glories of love and sensuous touch effect and feeling.
I have liked the read; it is a pure romantic art in a real musical fiber of feeling of association, engagement, involvement and interaction with the person you remember now.
You have tuned the right word for action, and you have hinted the righteous stand of action we forget to do and you prescribe the same for our immediate attention.
Of course, you stated our flaws and how we have been ignoring our values. It is high-time, rather absolute need of the hour that we should be more concerned about family members, neighbours and people and try as it is feasible anytime, anywhere, anyway to look into their interests and keep living in unison with others.
I liked this work and it was a pleasant read about words on how to upkeep human values upon others in our day to day courses of living keeping our attitude – united we stand.
You have taken a good decision, as you vow, you have faith in God, you will take a changed and better course of living today.
Past is inevitable, no one can remove, forget or avoid the effect, causative result or fruition of the past which means past mode of living, as one has lived before today, so he receives the effect of such actions,
You have given much thought about the past, you have now realized what is needed or to be done the days ahead.
I liked the work and its free flow of thoughts so reason and logically processed.
I would like to mention, writing is part of life and you cannot think of living a life without writing, when writing is the only business of a writer.
Of course you are a positive person, as you mention, often we find, writers are positive attitude keepers in living.
There is no direct link between a parent’s mode of living and a grown up man, a common man knows what is better and adopts the same for his stand of living.
Of course, we know, many times, differently and in diversely, you have mentioned how problematic, worrisome, awkward, tensed, untoward or unfortunate state of living you had, and how desperately, challengingly you have come up and stood out successfully proving your ability to keep and maintain a better, free, easy and comfortable state of living.
We know you have elapsed raw course of living, you have proved your worth of living a free, confident and creative living of a writer.
I liked the informative, biographical flavoured work expressed in this poetic work of presentation.
There is no reason of writing anything to promote or project your personality more than what is in reality I understand through your works and offerings of words.
It is good to think this way about blogs. All blogs are not essentially fake or overemphasized. There is still need of operating blogs.
The use of blogs may come down; blogging may lose its popularity; fast progress of information technology has been slowing down the pace of blogs in operation.
This is a good work; it has inspired me to think about the subject and its application.
It is not always abiding to follow one’s wish, just for no valid reason mentioned for taking an action deemed needed with a request.
Truly depicted the problem, when some part of soul, mind, head or heart is not OK how one can take other usual, normal courses of activities and when medication affects much and one is beyond the control of all organs of the body or soul, the intention or will, interest or keenness or energy never permit one to do anything at a right pace in harmony.
The elusive, quiet fire burns on, as if there is no cessation, it emerges and comes out with new flames, all around, making living so disturbed, and engulfing the beauties around, more awkward it is to find that the flames are still and it appears there is no chance of your coming out free.
Well done, the story has well been told in a glimpse.
So confidently spoken, you are now prepared to teach him a good lesson, you are ready to show him what is reality and what makes love and how one has to show and keep in relations; you no more want to man to see and poke his nose in your affairs and allow to come in between mom and him.
You think you have waited, watched, seen, allowed opportunities enough and more than seventeen years you caused to suffer; so you are now taking a serious turn for you think your good turn has come.
Well done; I liked the feeling and sentiment exposed.
You see and think, you started visualizing seeing the ship, you remembered lessons you studied about such incident, you related the object, feeling and thoughts – matched to trace out the historic implication.
You know the truth, reality and there is no literary thought to impose upon; so you are courageous, brave and wise, and think yourselves living dinosaurs.
I liked the environment about which you thought amply and you could feel emotion, sound, motion, movement, speed and everything as well a state of isolation.
Indeed, you have shown why his parents are sure and what for they stay calm, cool and collected.
One who is confident of happening something, he behaves like this. Parents do know their son will be the king, and there is no question of going for election of his getting the crown for becoming a king, because ancestrally the baby of today is going to be the king tomorrow.
No way out, fairly, and you have to live; you remember how your parents left you, and you make God responsible and complain God is neutral about your way of living.
Now you are comfortable with nothing else, how you have lived the past and how unhappy you live in today and you never know how disastrous your future course of living would be.
The place where you live in has strange impact upon your living; you are in awkward state and never know the right way to righteous living.
You have explained your state of affairs in living moments nowadays and I can feel the precarious state.
Well done, this has clarity of your point of view, I liked.
You wish to express all loves are not justifiable, acceptable, honoured, or righteously accepted, but lovers keep trying to get their loves recognised or accepted.
You have explored and expressed the story fantastically leaving a message in essence.
I liked the last stanzas:
She was the moon,
the sun, was he,
each in pursuit
so helplessly
This is a fantastic offer to the writers; I appreciate your service to the cause of promotion of writing skills in the participants.
I wish you success in your goal.
Hereinbelow I give my story filled in the blanks you provided for writing a story and send you the same for doing the needful at your end.
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Once upon a time there was a black hen. Everyday she laid a black egg at night. Her chickens were white by feathers. She lamented for her black feathers. She prayed God that she might lay white eggs. One day after laying 107 eggs, she dreamt at 107th night that one of her white chickens was calling her ‘mom’ and she woke up. She dreamt the same dream for 13 nights consecutively. One day, she heard only six of more than hundreds of her Sunday born chickens called her ‘mom’. Because of that, she became known as Mom Hen in the forest surrounded by six good human villages. Until finally, on 123rd Sunday at night she died and went to Heaven. God smiled on her name and gave her back her room.
Obviously, you have so nicely, confidently and passionately stated in this poem, how beautiful is your angelic girlfriend.
Your sweetheart, your angel, your girlfriend is so alive, jolly, jovial, joyful, graceful and beautiful, you dance just seeing her presence, you have so many plans with and about her.
Very nice, and so truly, you have promised so many things before her, you wish to go hand in hand and make a journey with her, and more.
I liked and enjoyed the read, the free flow of thoughts and the humour in expression.
And this is the story of the mom, she keeps waiting, rather she keenly hopes to wait for her daughter, even she prays for her daughter to come back but story never ends now; I liked the taletelling and can feel the state of mind of the mom.
I enjoyed the read, the free flow of thoughts, the movement of the words in the verse.
Of course, mother is now letting go; the title is appropriate.
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