Learn To Inkhronize


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Presenting a one of its kind creative writing workshop, where we will learn to balance the Heart & Mind of our words, and their expressions.

Spend 2 intense days with us to understand better, the elements of sensible writing and their relationships; know what real story telling is all about.

Find your strengths, tackle your weaknesses and write better through experiential learning.

We will be covering a variety of subjects. Have a look at them here ~

When: 29-30th June 2013

Where: Pune, YASHADA

Maximum No. Of Participants: 10 – 15

Working Lunch & Refreshments: Yes

Every participant will be given full material required and a certificate at end of workshop.

For queries & registrations:

Call/ E-mail – 09921597930/ inkblood.info@gmail.com

***Register with one of your friends to get attractive discounts!

Registrations for the workshop will close on 28th June 2013, 7:00 p.m.

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Midnight Poets Quest ~ Special Selections Entry 4

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The Dragonfly

Lost in green’s, lost in the beauty so vast,

You try to get a glimpse, my wings flutter so fast,

Folklore’s stories, what all have you heard,

Everything but the truth, everything absurd…

 

Trapped in your bottles, being your best friend in the younger days,

Tricks up your sleeve to catch me, you’d find newer ways,

The joy on your face, the twinkle in your eye,

The way you’d jump when I’d fly by…

 

Oh I’d do anything, to make you my only friend,

Trapped in your glass bottles, even though it was the end,

I’d dance and sway and flutter my rainbow wings,

I’d see my reflection in your eyes, you were always my king…

 

My wings you would caress, colours you’d admire,

My eyes you would look into, my life you would desire,

And in the green, among the beauty so vast,

You made me feel pretty, you’d hold me so fast…

 

And when you plucked my wings, I never felt the pain,

I’d scream with joy, feel beautiful, feel vain,

My colours on your fingertips, and I would cry,

You make me feel so wanted, I’d give up the urge to fly…

 

Without my wings, I’d still flutter in your glass jar,

Your astonished eyes make me forget all my scars,

And with my last breath, I would admire myself in your eyes,

So what if you destroyed me, you made me feel beautiful inside…

 

To the world I was ugly, just another winged fly,

Shunned away lonely, lost in a corner I’d cry,

But to you I was beautiful, the twinkle in your eye,

And just so that you don’t forget me; my name is Dragonfly.

 

By Shobhita Singh Parmar

Midnight Poets Quest ~ Special Selections Entry 3

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ड्रैगनफ्लाई

बचपन के सुने आंगन की चारदीवारी में
दो कौतुहल आँखों से उम्मीद को उतरते देखा,
पारदर्शी पंखो से सजे, किसी परीलोक के दूत सा
कुछ रंगीन किरणों की चमक आँखों में बसा
एक अल्हड़ बेल की छोर पे जा बैठा ड्रैगनफ्लाई
किलकारी की छ्टा सी बिखर गयी बादलों में
इन्द्रधनुष के तार भी छेड़ गया खयाली, फिर …
भाग छू लेना चाहा था मैंने, मेरे बचपन को …

By Mr. Amit Sinha

 

The Dragonfly ~ By, Parvaneh Eshghi

InkBlood contest_winner

This beautiful frame of “Poised” by Rochana Deb, is on its way to you! 

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The Dragonfly

I remember so vaguely,

Your caramel skin,

Like mine,

Delicate hands with elegant fingers,

Showing me,

Showing me so many things,

Crouched down,

To compensate your tall frame,

With my littleness…

Leaves,

Branches,

Smooth rocks,

Nature in your warm hands,

Generously transferred,

To my inexperienced clumsy ones,

You brought the world,

Close to me,

Into the frame of my small life…

But the most etched in my memory,

Is the day you held,

With delicacy,

A pulsating,

Vibrating,

Vivid dragonfly,

Teetering on your finger,

Holding it with a fragility,

That I will cherish forever,

Your caramel skin heightened,

Through the transparent, multi-coloured wings,

Taking on the hues of nature,

Steady elegant hand,

Even calmer under her vibrations,

Holding,

Balancing,

A sparkling fluttering heartbeat,

With such care…

(I adored you so back then)

I have not seen you since,

But I love you,

For your transparency,

And fragility,

Your embodiment of nature,

And for having held my teetering heart,

Balancing,

So delicately,

With such care…

By Parvaneh Eshghi

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A complete exercise in poetic simplicity and poise, the rendition of a memoir, in such gentle articulation; every word falls upon the reader like a raindrop. An ode, a tribute, a panegyric  so deeply felt has been penned down here effortlessly it seems; while every word seems to flow with grace, painting a visual so lucid yet so beautiful.

The beginning holds a perfect introduction to our subject here “the dragonfly”, which has been brought in with subtlety and care enough, to not overplay its presence. The semblance and the relationships between the poet’s mother and Mother Nature as well as the dragonfly and the poet’s heart have an endearing character to them and add warmth to the poem.

The poem holds together two subjects of deep longing and love by the string of a memory; the memory of a dragonfly and the poets reflection of a moment lost in time, but preserved in thought, and now, ink.

~ InkBlood, Midnight Poets Quest – May 2013