InkBlood Writers Weekend ~ Round 2, Entry #1

PURE

Pure lust is a must, To add to life’s thrust,

It gives u a new zing, The heart wants to dance , to sing,

Every action is in only this regard,

Desires unleashed , no guards,

Achieving and acquiring the focus, Untangled from the vicious locus,

Lust need not be negative, as it’s pure,

Moving ahead, it’s progressive nature is the lure!

It is substance , it is meaning;A dimension is added with the likes, teeming,

Be positive, think positive, be the anthem of allure,

Lust; the passionate lust to be pure.

~ Rachna

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InkBlood Writers Weekend… Entry #6

All that I know of him. 

His unkempt curly hair

His strong forearms

His almost luminescent, deep black-brown eyes

His intense gaze

His ever-effervescent gummy smile

His neatly trimmed beard

His intoned breathing

His not-so-prominent jaw line

His masculine cologne

His aristocratic chin

His carved back

His clean fingernails

His tall frame

His broad shoulders

That’s all that I know of him. So superficial. So shallow.

 

~ Nidhi Gulhane

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InkBlood Writers Weekend… Entry #5

The Original To Do List

To attain those smiles imparted by pair of God

To donate a smile without asking

To do charity just because a lot

To make life better by happiness

To value past tears

To be calculative on relations

To not give anger for anger

To just be there for a stranger

To see that kid smiling and bless her

To be a father someday

To join hands to every mother

To comfort a beloved’s bruises

At last to just die

with a morsel

of peace

~  Ashwini Dodani [@PoeticDisguise]

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InkBlood Writers Weekend… Entry #4

A “giving” list, for it’s good for soul satisfaction…

Give a bone cracking hug to my love, with the crack of dawn.
Namaskar Sun to greet.
Touch motherland out of love.
Give water to plants & hug them like they are my buddies.
Give smile to every kid I pass by & wave hand at them.
Make everyone laugh boisterously & giggle with them uncontrollably.
Hug them who are in pain & help them pour their heart out.
Save insects’ life, if I see them drowning in water or dying.
Give milk to any cat or feed any animal.
Take animals in arms & caress them like my own babies.
Feed a beggar/street urchin from my own plate.
Donate clothes from my wardrobe to those women who dont have enough to cover their bod.
Give books to them who want to read.
Share knowledge with them who long to know, humbly.
Give advise to those who are in need or are seeking for.
Give time to my spirit to write.
Give goodnight kisses to my children & partner & pets & make them sleep with pats & lullabies.
Give respect to every elderly person I meet.
Help all the living beings on earth in every way I can.

~ Varsha Kalyani [@Varsha_Jugni]
Blog link : varsha-kalyani.blogspot.in

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InkBlood Writers Weekend… Entry #3

INKBLOOD

Write with INK

Draw with INK

Paint with INK

Stain with INK

Dye with INK

Not, die, with INK

Talk within

And talk with INK

Maybe even take a walk within

Walk with INK

Take a leap with INK

Right with INK

Wrong with INK

Who decides, but the INK!?

 

Hell yeah, INK,

Hail you, INK!

~ Jayshree Punjabi [@FUNjabie]

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InkBlood Writers Weekend… Entry #2

Not a List!

I see the broad day light, I am still in bed;

This comfortable, it has never been.

I can hear him talk, in whispers and aloud;

This melodious, it has never been.

 

I see around, not a living soul;

This doesn’t feel square.

He spoiled me with so much love to keep;

I miss him; his cologne, his very embrace.

 

I get up to breakfast on the table;

No sign of a soul again.

I want lock myself in a room;

But, I want him to stay.

 

Every day I meet him, right there in my head;

Standing tall, making me smile,

Telling me how much he cares.

Everything that he does, makes me love him so, I cannot express.

 

Every kiss, every word and every embrace;

I cannot see him; it is different today.

Where is he, where is my love?

I really want to him to stay.

~ Sadaf Vasgare [@Sinful_Reveries]

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InkBlood Writers Weekend… Entry #1

My Steal-list

Steal a kiss
Steal a smile
Steal a hug
Steal a glance
Steal his heart
Steal his body
Steal his soul
Steal his tears
Steal his favourite old t-shirt
Steal his weird picture
Steal his wounds
Steal her pain
Steal their love
Steal their solace
Steal their care
Steal their friendship
Steal their kindness

Steal the life you want for yourself, because, sometimes if you don’t get what you want, you’ve got to grab it.

~ Mitchelle Rozario Jansen [@mitchellez]

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