Poetry Pot

PORTRAY OF A WRITER

All that glitters is not gold
– William Shakespeare

I portray my emotions on the canvas of gold;
I figure my words in the form of old.
I write my passion, expresses through words;
My poetries are an expression of me at worse!

Expressing yourself in words, especially when you feel empty, is the task writers love to do. Words are what they play with and rhythm is what they make. On the canvas of art, they sketch their life, in such a way, that readers get the opportunity, to dive in the sea of emotions, they make.

Hold on to my words, keep yourself at surface;
The water of my poetry Is deeper than deep.

The portray writers prepare is such deeper, that anyone reading them out can lost their way if they do not hold on the words of their poetry. On the canvas of life, a writer dance his brush of ink in such a way, that results in the sea of emotions where the only boat you have is words. To prevent yourself being immense and lack your oxygen level; The only way you have is to keep a hold on words. Otherwise you may get dip.

My language holds me, takes me to my love;
Here, I’m not alone, my world is no more blur!

Writers usually get the opportunity to live their lives the way they want to in their poetries. As far ad they hold to their language, they keep themselves away from the world for the time being, when they write something.

~~Note~~ – ~~Language~~ here, is any proper way to communicate to the feelings which writers usually are masters of!

I pursue my quotes from the world;
nature gifts me wholly.
I chant my feelings & portray in words;
Which separates me from company!

Writers usually have their own styles. Every one is unique in their own way, they consider. They think, they pursue their poetries from the world or nature gifts them specially. Everyone is a writer; everyone have their own intellect. But the only difference between a writer and everyone is to pen down and give their emotions a shape of words.

Crystal waders 👠

“What if Cinderella never tried on glass slippers?!”
– Elizabeth Lim

A poem based on the book, "SO THIS IS LOVE" written by Elizabeth Lim.
With my own added end.

DISNEY

“When the clock stuck twelve,
In the mid-night you see;
Magic of my wand is gone,
‘Nd your beauty remaining solely.”

“The horses turned to rats,
And your wage a pumpkin.
Beautiful dress is rags ‘nd,
You’re no more a Princess.”

“My dear girl, your beauty;
Your beauty lies in soul.
The true love you sparkle,
Can sparkle dirty trolls!”

“Spread your warmth throughout,
Let them see your charm;
Shine like a beauty girl!
Since you are my beauty darn.”

She went to the palace ‘nd,
Danced with the Prince.
Love of her life was in front,
In the form of an unknown King.

Not knowing his actuality;
She kissed him under the sky.
Then the clock stuck twelve,
And she needed to fly!

Went running through the hall,
Straightway to big gate;
She left a shoe of crystal,
In the hands of a little slay.

He gave that to the Prince;
The shiny crystal cleat;
The Prince hold it smooth,
And searched the beautiful lady.

Scene – 2

The shoe fitted none;
Saint searched every one.
Only,, she was left,
With another broken wader.

The Saint was just in front,
But poor girl was locked.
She cried a lot for help;
But lowered was her tone.

Her stepmother was cruel enough;
To let her try for once.
Since she knew the Princess,
Who was found by none.

She didn’t want her be seen;
She didn’t want her be bride,
Of the king to be;
And rule the national pride.

Scene – 3

Poor girl was left in humour;
Humour of her cruel stepmother.
She’s going to sell to earn,
A little more finance over her.

Her life would then be ruined.
So she ran away that night.
Found a hearty lady on road,
and made her, all by her side.

Scene – 4

While working in the palace;
“YOU!” She heard a voice.
Startled ‘nd trembled she looked,
At the same unknown guy.

Now she knew the Prince,
Asked him to stay away.
Said, “This do not suits you”,
“To have a maid your bride.”

Confused Prince looked at her,
Could not speak a word.
She left him being all ‘lone;
In the empty lone.

Scene – 5

The Prince talked to his aunt.
Told her ’bout his love.
She made him comfortable;
‘Nd said she’d talk with her.

The aunt made it clear;
It’d be difficult to see her Queen!
But soon it’ll be habitual;
Since she’s not heartily mean.

Scene – 6

The next month watched a wedding;
Beautiful and grand in the world!
Whole town was invited;
To lunch and see new bridle.

Stepmother was invited too;
With her two ugly daughters.
Dressed in heavy gowns;
In that heavy weather!

She stood one step ahead ‘nd called her;
Cinderella found her in midst;
She called her to come in front;
Though she was not that ease.

Suddenly the clouds came over;
Black and thundered wound.
Magical wand came falling on her,
Turning darkness ‘way from town.

Suddenly a magic turned;
Eyes were on the girl.
Her dress turned to a Princess’s;
And shoe became crystal bond.

She knew it was her magic;
The magic of the kind soul.
The day became memorable;
Not only for her, but for all!

THE END

Semolina dessert

Suji ka halwa

Semolina dessert

Cook me as deliciously as you want;
I need sone semolina, sugar and canola,
Some water you take and dry fruits of choice,
You’ll love it I swear, I’m tasty sweet.

Cook me as deliciously as you want;
Add some canola with semolina in cauldron,
Lit the flame at a medium pace,
With spoon you whirl and twirl and swirl.

Semolina dessert

Use another flame, and make my syrup;
Use some water add some sugar, on flame,
Add this syrup in semolina with constant stir,
Add dry fruits,of your favourite taste.

Let the heat cook the sweet;
Pour me in a bowl,
Use some almonds to garnish,
Taste me with a spoon from bowl.

Introduction

Poetry from the ancient time is playing an important role in learning and remembering facts or histories or other particular hymns. From the ancient time, people used to sing poetries in the form of hymns or proses to recall their history. Today also, whenever any child faces any difficulty in learning their facts, they change their rhythm and add beat to that uninterested subject to make it of a little interest.

Writing from ancient time period is considered to be an art to give one’s feelings a shape of words.

There are different ways to write a poetry. It can be a prose, a rhyming song that can be sung, a simple phrase, a shape poetry (which is becoming trendy nowadays), etc.

Poetry is an art to express your love, your gratitude, your feelings and most importantly your emotions.

Poetries give you a space to get attached to people more easily. With poetries, saying the toughest words becomes easy and they do hurt less with respect to the words you say indifferently.

At last poetry is a noble art to express one’s own point of view.

What’s on my desk

I spend more and more time at my desk these days, doing everything from preparing the family taxes to working on this blog. Because of this, my workspace is constantly changing. Holding the clutter at bay is challenging, so I prefer to keep nearby only a few quality items that serve multiple purposes over a stockpile of things I might never need.

My daily planner

My planner is one of those simple ring binder journals you can pick up from any stationery supplies store. White paper. No ruled lines to cage my venturesome handwriting and doodling. I’m an obsessive note-taker and fill pages to the margins with to do lists, rough sketches, and ideas for blog posts. I usually go through one planner every month.

Staying Organized

Organising yourself in a proper manner is still a difficult task for me. I find a lot of difficulties in managing my time. Yeah, I make many time tables to do anything according but at last what I do is follow my heart and take a good nap. 😉

Travel Tips

There are millions of tips out there on how to fly with kids, what to bring on camping vacations, which suitcase to buy, where to go and what to see in just about every corner on Earth. What I want to share today is something a little different – something that we discovered last summer during a family hike in the Appalachians.