Haiku · Writing True

Always Pursue What Is Right

Even if alone,

It is always justified

All merits aside.

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In the Woods

The sound of silence prevails.

Sharp eyes so wide awake on the look for prey;

Shivering frail body is unsure to make it through the night.

Feet keep moving though mixed emotions are tangled in distress.

Mind is bothered by thoughts of ghost and the unknown.

Hands tucked tight in the cold, darkest night.

Non-Fiction · Writing True

We Are Bloggers

Courtesy of Google Images

Merriam-Webster defines each of us as “. . . A person who writes and maintains a blog.” Although I am grateful that we are in the dictionary; however, I think it’s an understatement. Let me explain.

Blogging is painstaking; because, we do things passionately. And yes, it’s hard to blog; but, we are doing this—because we want our voices to be heard, we want our works to be seen, we want our hearts and souls to be felt amid being digital.

We strive for that kind of passion that the world can feel. We showcase our talents and skills, our knowledge, humor and wit despite being vulnerable to all bad actors of the Web. But we are brave and strong.

Maintaining a blog is never easy. We have a wide and broad audience from all corners of the world, who we wish would follow us and subscribe to our Sites. We are competitive just as, we are creative and innovative.

We thrive because we are a community. We want to be appreciated by our peers and vice versa. Reciprocity is vital to getting and sustaining connections. Of course, we want to connect and keep that connection to kindred souls—and we are.

We are bloggers. And we are changing the world.

Writing True

Not Who, It’s What

Who was your most influential teacher? Why?

From the wisdom of acceptance,

To learning what’s amiss,

To the tenacity and courage of getting it right—

Failure is the best teacher.

Haiku

Above the Sky

. . . is the firmament,

Where I’d be waiting for you

Till eternity.

There’s a wooden bench

In heaven in the midst of

Blooms where angels play everywhere.

I’d be sitting there

Watching the blooms and angels

While humming our song.

For I know it will

Happen, knowing that is all

We ever wanted.

Writing True

I Wish To Love More

What do you wish you could do more every day?

I wish I can give more love to family and friends—bloggers or not—

Life is too short to love so deeply and truthfully.

And as the song said, “it’s the only thing that there’s just too little of.”

Haters can mock; critics may criticize and scrutinize:

But the hard truth is, at the end,

We can only be remembered best,

By the amount of love we have given—

For that is all that matters.

Writing True

Selfie

Courtesy of New York Film Academy

It’s about taking a very personal matter in your own hand;

But it doesn’t mean that what you got is a wand.

Your best shot is the goal;

Don’t think the task is small.

To be a fairy godmother to yourself is no joke.

Tips, tips, tips:

Using a stick

Comes with a risk.

The higher the cam, the skinnier you look;

The farther the cam, the less blemishes to crook.

Adobe and AI are Houdinis.

They take so little of you,

To create the best version of you.

Once in a while is okay;

But to do it everyday, a hater would be in dismay.

Remember:

Your best shot is the goal;

But you don’t have to be bold, as in bold.

Go, go, go!

Hey!

Don’t forget to post.

Writing True

Cheer up down spirit

Tomorrow never fails.