I was about to sleep, when some part of my brain pulled me to Wp and I landed on The Uncertainty Principle. Prateek, an amazing person, with a magic wand of creativity and pixie dust of happiness. I wonder how you escaped the book of fairytales? 😛 He has written two beautiful articles- Reflection and Mischief, please do visit his blog.
Okay, now transitioning back to less crazy me, I was given a challenge by Prateek, one of my favourite blogger on WordPress. 🙂 I always scroll down my reader and notification panel to read his posts and comments. His thoughts always tend to hit the right cord. 🙂
Free style writing was the challenge given to me, and the word was:INK.
The rules for the same were as follows:
1.Open an MS Word documentSet a stop watch or your mobile to 5 minutes or 10 minutes whichever challenge you think you can beat.
2. You topic is at the foot of this post BUT DO NOT SCROLL DOWN TO SEE IT UNTIL YOU ARE READY WITH A TIMER.
3. Fill the word doc with as much words as you want. once you began writing do not stop even to turn.Do not cheat by going back and correcting spellings and grammar with spell check in MS WORD (it is only meant for you to reflect on your own control of sensible thought flow and for you to reflect on your ability to write the right spelling and stick to grammar rules)You may or may not pay attention to punctuation and capitals. However if you do, it would be best.
4. At the end of your post write down ‘No. Of words =_____’ so that we would have an idea of how much you can write within the time frame.
5. Do not forget to copy paste the entire passage on your blog post with a new Topic for your nominees and copy paste these rules with your nominations (at least 5 bloggers).
I was given the word: INK
I couldn’t write an article, but I have written a poem within 10mins. Here it goes:
The ink that tattooed the pillow
Cried broken dream ladden tears
Flowed across the convexity with ease
Down to the valley
Of danger and guilt
Fate was caught
Laughing at the most unpleasant
Yet another tear down the lane
How far the cry traverses
How long the journey continues
The trail left behind
Time travelling through the past
Finding a recorder of the past
Working between the rays
Of sorrow and merry days
Ink that was contained within
Fell of the eye, off the brim
On the convexities of the face
To reach the final destination
Onto a paper of bad decision
Dragged and pulled they danced along
Those were the tears of those not strong
Ink was black, but now red
Fading line of demarcation
Tears of sorrow and repent
Washed down the concavity of white
Glistening white turned grey and red
No longer it fell
Dried up well in summer spell
Weak heart grew stronger
Ink that fell, now disappeared
She took a quill of light
All the fright went down the drain
Her future now turned bright.
No. Of words: 183
Punctuation is missing.
One grammatical error, *Dried up well
in under summer spell*
I would like to pass this challenge to:
YOUR WORD IS: Magic