Fairy Magic

Fairy Magic


Follow the footsteps of the fairies
they will lead you silently
across the field of berries
prancing alone with silver wings
in mystical gardens full of many things

Along the fairy paths are cloves
trolls hide under the bridges by the droves
worry not; a bark keeper with a hollow soul
will keep things under control

Waterfalls with shining lights
trees that whisper during the night
"come," they say," let me fill you with delight"

Beyond the gate; magical dragons await
don't hesitate, they are spell weavers
that will make you believers
There is no anger in their fire
only wanting to please your desire

Wizards dance with silhouettes
along the castle walls
and if you peek through the windows
you can see beasts and beauties
dancing in the halls

Yes, all things are mystical
much more masterful
when we can believe in fantasies
that are sooooooooo colorful

copyright 2003 by shyloh

Paralysis

This creative piece is written by Budding Creative Writer's newest writer, Tanveer. Tanveer currently has limited access to the Internet, so she has asked me to contribute her work instead. She will be creating a writing account on Budding Creative Writers soon.


PARALYSIS

A House by the road in a village in Punjab.
She lay on a cot covered with a flimsy Chunni. A transparent bag collected her urine, the tube attached disappeared under her garments. I shuddered at her limp body. She must be 70.

Her breath was laboured and her trembling voice was capable only of whispers. Her ring finger was chopped off. I imagined its story belonged to some unlucky day when the teeth of the fodder machine bled more red than green. Now farm and fresh air are wheelchairs away.

As we were leaving, she asked my mum 'Don't you have a son?'


Hers is in Canada.




Tanveer

Admin's Corner: Cash for Poll Winners

This is going to be a very short post as my net connection is faltering.

Very soon, there will be google ads on this blog. The basic idea is to generate some amount of money so as to make available cash prizes for the poll winners.

Sorry for ending so abruptly, but there's no knowing when my connection may falter again and I get disconnected.

The Lake in the Valley

The ripples ran through the water,
As the stones I threw around splashed.
Contours of different sizes and patterns,
Danced up and down the glass.

Watching the ripples, I felt I could relate,
Only then the stones had not been my own.
I picked another stone and tossed it in,
To watch the ripples hone and moan.

I reflected back on the friend I had lost,
As the sky looked at me from the lake.
To that valley, I often did come,
The raison d’être, I always made.

I asked myself why, tried to think it out,
The stones I threw know how I tried!
But all in vain, even as I looked in the water,
My left eye could not see the right.

They said it was utopia, called it paradise,
Yes, in that valley, nature was at its stark!
But I missed my friend, felt lonely in the world,
The utopia was gloomy and dark.

I knew it was time to head back home,
The sky was shifting and I was running late.
But before I left, I kissed some flowers,
And silently laid them by her grave.

Looking The Other Way

It's been so long,

since I heard our song.

The one that makes,

my lonely heart break.

But just today,

I heard the radio say,

they would play it within the hour.

When our song did come on,

I just sat there in a day dream.

Thinking of you,

makes my heart break in two.

The way you treated me that night,

it was not fair, it was not right.

I see you around alot these days,

but you always seem to look the other way.

I never have loved before,

as much as I have loved you.

And all I seem to get when I try to show you how I feel,

is you, looking the other way.

I'm sitting here feeling lonely,

and your only a phone call away.

I don't know whether to call you,

or even what I should say.

I would really like to talk,

and tell you how I feel.

I think and dream about you,

these feelings are surreal.

Every thought about you,

makes my body tingle.

Even though your taken now,

I wish that you were single.

My lonely heart misses a beat,

every time I see your face.

She doesn't treat you right,

can I please take her place.

Forgive me if I love you,

I don't know what else to do.

Do you honestly think,

I could love anybody else but you.

I have and never will love any man,

as much as I love you.

I hope you understand,

the way you make me feel.

I hope one day that you will realise,

how very much you mean to me.

And that when I try to show you how I feel,

you will stop looking the other way.

Admin's Corner: Polling

Hello and my deepest thanks to everybody for helping kick start Budding Creative Writers. If things continue to proceed at the pace they are now, we'll soon be able to boast of a writer base of hundreds, and a viewer base of thousands! My eternal gratitude to everyone who helped shape a germ of an idea into a concrete body of literary writings.

From today, I've introduced a new element to the Blog, which I hope will help raise the popularity of the blog amongst its fellow writers and readers. Every week, we're going to have an informal 'Creative Piece of the Week Contest,' in which everything posted the previous week will be put to vote in order to decide last week's best piece of writing. Not only will this boost the morale of the winner and encourage him/her to write yet more, it will also make the not-so-lucky ones all the more determined to come out with better pieces of writings every time.

I really haven't thought anything about prizes for the winner and everything.
While the option of having last week's winning post occupy the topmost space of
the blog always remains open, I'd appreciate it if you people came up with more and better creative ideas.
Please post your suggestion in the Comments section. Also, I am using the Author's penname in the polling area and not their real names,
as that was leading to long, confusing, titles. And if you don't see your work in the polling list,
please don't despair - you must have posted near the end of the week, and your work
will DEFINITELY be there in next week's polling list.


One last thing before I finish this. You've undoubtedly noticed the small RSS icons that have suddenly sprung up on the left hand side of the blog. One of them is the 'Bump Rank' of the site on TheMillionRss (http://www.themillionrss.com) feed. If you like the writings on the blog, or like the way the blog and fellow members function, or like just about anything else on the blog, please DO click on the 'BUMP My Site' link. It'll take you only about ten seconds, but every increase in Bump Rank increases the chance of blog viewership by a good ten percent.


Vote wisely (not very creative, is that?)



The Showman - Samarth Chandola

THE SEA DRIVE!

Its just a thought that i felt which had reached a big bubble inside my head,so i thought of jotting it down,maybe it opens some space for verity.

The Sea Drive

Ever been to a sea?Ever experienced the rising waves vanishing into the huge sea again?Ever seen the fishes come up to the boat with those queer eyes to believe with a shock that there exists another world besides their own?Sounds weird though. But the calmness, the serenity and peace experienced near sea is undefinable.People have now facilitated cruises furnished with everything to a theatre to a fancy restaurant and everything a modern man would want to visit, not realizing that they are destroying one of the finest pleasures of the world. With theatres, spas and all the fancy stuff equipped to promise their clients the alleged pleasance, actually make the very clients forget , or rather busies them to such an extent that they have but little time to come and stand on board and experience the unfathomable ,undefined ,exuberant panorama of the water beneath you. People in their haste have no time to experience the passage of time on sea, to watch the waves compete with us, to watch the bewildering eyes of the fishes and to feel and flavour the sound of water crashing onto the watercraft's sides!

He's guiding the way

Even though i didn't know him I wrote this for a dear friend of mine that lost her youngest brother recently. I just thort id share it with you all.



Words can not express the way, that you & your family must be feeling this day.
My thorts are with you all, each in a different way.
Through every hour in every day, until your pain slowly eases away.
Try not to think of this in a sad way, because i'm sure he wouldn't want you feeling that way.
Remember him always being happy & glad, never remember him angry or sad.
It's going to be hard, this we know anyway.
It'll get easier with him guiding the way.

I'll Be There

Today the world will stop and stare at you,
And flood you with questions, some so old, and some so new.
Bless and Pray,
People will say.
They’ll wish you success and sit with you,
Hoping you get a bite of the success fruit,
For it’s your D-Day,
The Moment of Truth.

But never once will you see me there.

And when finally the fated hour shall arrive,
People will scream with joy, and let out their cries.
They’ll shake your hand and pat your back,
And some of them might even take off their hats!
And standing there, reflecting upon life,
You’ll have every reason, to swell with pride.

But never once will you see me there.

But if heaven forbid, the Hour passes,
Caressing dejection amidst the gathered masses,
That gloomy figure in the corner,
Might be you,
And the same people who celebrated,
Now could be consoling,
“It’s not the end of the world, for you to be so sad.”
“Come now, it really can’t be all that bad.”

But never once will you see me there.

And after everyone’s left, if you’re still dejected,
And lie all alone, feeling quite rejected,
I’ll come over and squeeze your hand,
“It’s ok – think of it as life’s little prank.
You might have lost this bout, but rest assured we will see,
You emerging as the victor, and the last laugh shall be thee.
This is merely a stepping stone,
For you to keep pressing forward towards your goal.”

That’s the time when you’ll see me there,
And I will not return,
Until your burdens, I have fully shared.

Change

If you have lived in the hills, you should be able to relate with this poem better...





The swift cold wind blows against my face,
Starting in a place farther off than I can trace
But more than the fact that it makes me feel cold,
It's part of a process that will have to unfold.

It's time for the old leaves to be blown away,
So that the new ones, can on the branches sway.
So even though the sky might be gloomy and grey,
I know for sure that Spring is on its way.

All this is part os a never-ending chain,
That goes round and round and comes back again
And each time this happens, the hillside turns gay,
And all just because the old were blown away.

In the same way, in life, there comes a stage,
When life's winds and torrents remove the ones come of age.
And while at that time it might seem like doom,
It's only a chance for the next lot to bloom.

So when we are given our time here to blossom,
Let's do so with duty and not play the possum
Because the ones who went before us, bore everything
Just so that we'd get to step into the ring.

So as we set out ojn this journey called life,
Let's make sure that it is all worth the strife
That the ones gone before us went through
Just for people as insignificant as poor me and you.

The sacrifices made by the ones who've passed on,
Show that all of us matter - each and every one,
So no matter how low and insignioficant you feel,
Remember you're much more than the world says is real.

We should live so that the next one feels the same,
So that the charm is maintained in this extended game,
Which, though may have hiccups, will never cease,
As should never the quest for world peace.


Jonathan George