This being my first challenge I am most excited and pleased to participate in it. So, I thank ColeCampFireBlog for providing me with this great opportunity.
The rules are simple:
Thank the person who nominates you ✅
Post one quote per day for 3 consecutive days ✅
Nominate three new bloggers each day✅
The bloggers that I nominate for this challenge today are:
3. TwinklePethad’s Blog
The game’s on!
Cheers to all the nominated bloggers!
To speak is to violate,
To write is to offend…
But to make silence your ink
Is to see loneliness your friend…
What do we become? What becomes of “me” in the future?
It is a silent night as I am sitting with this question that has sprung out of my memory, relapsing from the thought of a movie I had seen quite back – In the end, do we all become our mothers?
My mother is a strong woman with determined thoughts. I for one am a passive person with a bundle of ideas for thoughts. Can I then ever meet up to become the person who has created me?
Generation gaps and ageing are two of the most common words teenagers and young adults use to cover up for their dissimilar ideas with their parents. It is quite agreeable that such an assertion saves the rejection of either; but it is also true that it does not accredit the unbreakable relation which the both share. Fortunately, our ancestor did not fail to recognize this ever lasting bond. So, if the Divine had created man in his image – Was I created in the image of my mother too?
As I wrote the last sentence, my mind was driven to Alice Walker’s book “In Search of Our Mother’s Garden”. This was not so because I find myself in the midst of the oceanic question – “Who has given me meaning?” – but because a large part of me sits beside the very garden it searches and yet wanders to find purpose elsewhere.
So, can I agree that I am NOT my mother and in the end I might NOT become like her too; but in the journey which lies in between both – I am sure to become that half of her which could not come to be…….
Yet, isn’t that akin to saying – WE ALL BECOME OUR MOTHER’S MIRROR
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There is an acquainting emptiness on the ground
Absolute filling in the sky
As I sit as if in a
And time elapses by….
For once the world and I are apart
The walk of age has arrested
Silence clenches the throbs of a heart
The moment for a breath has rested
Up and up this feeling goes
As down and down goes height
I would be silent, with silent toes
Stay elated all night…
Dimming eyes and airs deep
I wait to live my eternal sleep…
Let your wings soar in the air
Fear not about the colour of your feathers….
A myriad of thoughts wander through our brain as we pass the time of our day. From the moment we wake to the moment we lie down on our beds – we always persevere to think so that we have a world of our own where we can ease and be comfortable with ourselves. Have you ever wondered at the origins of these thoughts!?
Today as I sat reading a book, I came across a simple nine letter word which unconsciously drove me through a range of thoughts.
So, I lifted my head from my book and stared ahead – least recognizing the world that awaited outside for I was busy searching through my memory to find that very place where I had first recorded this word. From the title of a song – to a night time tale by my father – coming all the way from a poem I had composed years back, a painful encounter and a memory of a photographs…After considerable ease I was able to find the numerous traces of the single word. Yet, it wasn’t to end on that!
The traces pulled out pieces and the pieces joined together to form fragments that had been left off from some tapestry of a memorable day. The book was not closed and in a matter of minutes, the bounds of the word “fireflies” had drifted away smoothly to expose an arena of escaping recollections.
After a couple of minutes (in the real world) and a tiresome era of battle (in the field of my memories) when I opened my eyes to my book the word seemed to become absolutely alien to its text. As an intriguing case, it stood out to my eyes as a relic of my now irretrievable thought……
And there again I sat investigating – “FIREFLIES, doesn’t that word ring a bell?”
Now if you might ask – Was I able to ransack the escapes?
I shall have to say – I seldom remember….but it must have been a “glow-rious” fight