The Versatile Blogger Award



 I’m flabbergasted someone thought of my blog and even more so- nominated me for a ‘Versatile Blogger’! It’s a privilege and I  apparently can’t thank Rabe MacSeoin, a remarkable blogger herself, enough! Once again, thank you!

Alright, I have a few manageable rules  to follow and the first would be posting seven things about myself:

1.  I believe that a person’s personality has more to do with their perspective, education, and childhood than simply their outwardly appearance.

2.  I strive for a self-taught education where I learn (to think for myself) from traveling and meeting other people. John Holt in his book ‘Instead of Education’ wrote in perspective of the educators “He tells us, in effect, that we cannot be trusted even to think, that for all our lives we must depend on others to tell us the meaning of our world and our lives, and that any meaning we may make for ourselves, out of our own experience, has no value.”

3.  I’ve been home-schooled for most of my middle and high school years and enjoyed every single minute for not a second went to waste emulating celebrities.

4. I highly respect Robert Frost’s classical statement of “Poetry is something poets write” when pressed for an answer by an inquisitive questioner- instead of going into the depth (never stopping the questioner’s train of wonder) and remarking “Poetry is a rhythmical composition of words expressing an attitude, designed to surprise and delight, and to arouse an emotional response.”

5.  Everyone has moody days and they all have different ways of motivating themselves, for me, it would be my stash of inspiring quotes from, sometimes, well-known authors.

6.  Failing is not something I handle well but I have learned that you must fall in order to get up.

7.  ‘Somethings may be learned best in school while others could be learned as well or better out of school’ that thinking has saved me many times from falling into the traps of unfortunately many myopic teachers.

And now the moment you’ve all been waiting for…*Drumrolls!!*

Amazing Nominees:

Guidelines for nominees:

  1.  Display the Award Certificate on your blog.
  2. Write a post and link back to the blogger who nominated you, and post 7 interesting things about yourself.
  3. Nominate 15 other bloggers.
  4. Inform them of their nomination via comment on their blog.



Neglected Generation

A sentiment feeling of forlorn overwhelmed the old couple while they sat rocking in a chair outside, gazing at the surrounding nursing homes

The empty spurious promises and carping threats made by their own kin, managed to sadden them all the more

Belabored in their ripe age, the husband and wife silently watched the effect of the new season take place with a keen sense of melancholy

With every fluttering of a leaf before it fell to the sodden earth, with every sway after the wind battered the tree, a deep pang struck both their hearts – where once they felt compassion regret devoured

They knew, soon enough, they too would shrivel into ashes drifting off into the cusp of repudiation finally meeting what their souls coveted- solace

But for now- they would wait, breathing in the pervading stench of soiled linens, holding on to their dignity

All the while, a glimmer of hope lay, beneath the couple’s scourged affection – that maybe the prolonged absence would be filled and that their children hadn’t forgotten them after all

A Cancerous Journey to the End – Holding on to Love’s Last Song

A throaty chuckle bounces off the enclosed walls and she beams-knowing she was the reason behind his pensive smile

The jubilant atmosphere lingers a moment or two longer before diminishing back to its ruminative subtrosphere and she furrows her brows at his tensed body language

Tear smudges become evident on his cheeks and she reaches out to touch the soft flesh in between the pad of her thumb and forefinger

Thin paper clothing barely covering her scarred body, crumple in response to her movements, and she keenly watches as he reluctantly moves in to her delicate stroking

She sympathetically flashes him an expression between pain and happiness, quickly disguising the internal conflict she, too, felt

Suddenly, vigorous coughs spill blood onto her illusent hospital dress but he can only watch helplessly while she dabs at the pervading rogue inkling down her purplish lips

He eventually begins crying in anguish, seeing the love of his life struggle mentally with a fatal disease- a cancer of sorts

The coughing soon seize and she rests her dizzying head onto the chalky pillow behind her, muttering incoherent sentences

She later gestures for him to cover the distance between them and he complies, sitting next to her slender frame on the small bed while crystal pearls slip down his stubby chin

She gently whispers into his ear soothingly and he holds her close to his chest, afraid of ever letting her go

Gradually, he tenderly kisses her smooth head and sings a sweet melody the two had once strung up together

His soft-tempered voice calms her anxieties and she melts into the song, allowing the even pitch to ring mildly through her eardrums

After the last note, her milky chocolate eyes flutter shut under the reflecting moonlight and he pecks her cheek for a very last time

Empowered by Despair

A frosty breath of death closely hovers overhead

while the fireplace does little to provide warmth for her trembling bones

 Sinking feverishly into the leather couch,

she vigorously wraps her frail fingers around the porcelain mug as daunting matters press her mind

Slowly stirring the frothy liquid in tarrying perturbation,

she contemplates the macabre consequences of the violaceous poison

To die or not to die

Tentatively raising her feeble arms,

she brings the mug to her bottom lips slightly shivering in anxiety

A whiff of the strong bittersweet aroma permeates through her nostrils,

sending her nerves into more of a jumbling coil

Riveting her eyes onto the flickering flames,

she takes a sip, spilling precious drops down her chin

The taste is foreign and as it dribbles to the back of her throat,

death gives her the lightest of his kiss

Succumbing her into an eternal sleep

Gladiatrix: Left Forsaken But Resilient Still


Her tears of pain so seldomly evoked

With every sob and every cry

a pearly white drop slips by

How can she be so beautiful

ever more when she’s upset?

Being berated so often, it only adds to the pressuring list

Strong, belligerent, yet somehow tender

She soaks in the abhorrent words

they so carelessly spat

They were doltish to her cataclysmic past

but she audaciously stood her ground, unwaveringly

disintegrating only from within

She fled to her haven and slowly broke down

A tear, then two, gradually so many you couldn’t count

Soft then loud, a rhythmic sensation

The hate tormented her and she felt despised

Even alone, she couldn’t flee the bitter words

Her heart throbs and aches for friendship,

for love.

Both her past never received

They were cruel but she forgave them

They were unloyal but she gave them trust

They, lacked compassion and that was all she had

And in the end, they left her broken, disgusted and spiteful

They were bullies and she was a victim.

Varying Opinions

Fascinating news rarely reached the two legged humans but when it did, more frequently than not, it was published in the Daily Gazette the very next morning. Now, not everyone knows why “modern” Romeo and Juliet became so popular, when the original paper book had to be enforced upon students to read by their teachers, but it did. So, rewind to the days where Shakespeare deemed glory and modern Romeo and Juliet were stacked in every bookshelf of the bookstore. You all know how young people crave the latest and the most odd romances, ergo it was no surprise when the beloved title, Romeo and Juliet, went out of its glory days. Nonetheless, something needed to replace the emptiness on the bare, wooden shelves and that’s when the store owners unveiled the next-in-line book, Twilight. Either, the reading skill of the most recent generations dropped, drastically, or we needed something steamier- something that wasn’t so predictable- to rid of  the originality Shakespeare created.  Sadly, Twilight allured subtle attraction to young teens and that was something Shakespeare could no longer do. He could not satisfy the minds of those who were infatuated with a sparkling vampire who managed to look both- macho and well, sparkly!

I won’t lie. Yes, I too, have read Twilight and might have found the book entertaining, but I have my many doubts. Plus, I believe that other great authors should be allowed some of the spotlight as well.