Our time on earth is limited
It doesn’t wait for anyone
Seconds passes into minutes
And minutes into hours
The day no longer remains
All that remains is a memory
(Sheen)
This is my attempt at a quote and poem challenge from Gwenice http://thechaserofdreams.wordpress.com
Thank you Gwenice for nominating me for the challenge. Sorry I am just taking part for one day. Hope you won’t mind.
Anyone wanting to take part? Please feel invited to do so.
I have been nominated to take part in this challenge by Cindy Knapper (blainecindy.com). I have to write a paragraph without the use of e.
If you want to take part visit Cindy’s page ‘A Slice of Life’.
I am taking refuge by drawing this picture.
I was asked by Vee dC to participate. Please do visit her at:
http://whenthedoorcloses2014.wordpress.com
I have to answer four questions.
1. What am I working on at the moment?
I am not working on anything specific at the moment. There are plans to write a book. When do I start in earnest? No idea.
Please don’t be disappointed with my answer. A book requires great dedication. Mine is nowhere in sight. I am facing health issues, and trying to deal with them.
2. How does my work differ from others (of its genre)?
I write both poetry and prose. My blog give glimpses into my own life (past, present). It’s life of SheenMeem.
Mine are lighthearted ramblings (forgive me for the sadness which occurs when I write poetry). It’s all about what happened in my past, and how I dealt with what I faced, and my present life.
This way my readers can get ideas, if they are in the same situation.
3. Why do I write what I do?
Actually my daughter pushed me into writing my blog. I wouldn’t have started if she had not literally stood on my head. My grand daughters M2 and M3 were fascinated with the stories of my life. They would come into my room, and would ask questions.
I had gone in January 2013 to Riyadh, Saudi Arabia. It was going to be a two week stay, but my daughter made me extend it to two months. Meanwhile my daughter was onto me for starting a blog, so finally I took the plunge at the end of February 2013.
Now I am hooked. When the rest of me is gone, hopefully a part of me will still be here in writing.
4. How does my writing process work?
The early morning does help in writing. Why?
Probably I am rested enough to formulate anything in writing. I have found out if there is noise, or someone is talking in the background, I lose my connection to thoughts. I can’t concentrate, and my mind goes blank.
Next week on 9th June the same questions will be answered by Daniel and Sajeev. Both of them gallantly accepted my request. Many thanks to them.
Their blogs are:
The Hampstead Man: http://dljordanwriting.wordpress.com
My Kaleidoscope: http://sajeevkmenon.wordpress.com
Thanks once again.
DP Challenge : Fifty
Wink, wink. Come on, it doesn’t matter.
Surely, you are not doing anything wrong.
I am wishing you take me.
Why don’t you do it?
You are not sure?
Why not?
You have to take care.
I never knew, that you will refuse to eat a slice of chocolate cake.
http://DPchallenge.wordpress.com/2014/04/07/writing-challenge-fifty/
Not To Be Moved
Smily Credit: Internet
It was like the devil had taken my soul to keep. I let the bomb rip through her pretty head. I forgot my vow of secrecy to my husband. I forgot what I was taught, while growing up. Never hurt anyone with words or deeds.
Her face fell. She was shaken beyond words. The guests’ eyes were on me, shocked at my brutal words to her. No one could have imagined the gentle me, capable of such a callous behavior.
Did remorse touch me at the sight of her face? No. I was beyond caring. I was done with her.
With an assumed nonchalant air, I came out of the room, and went to call my husband, so that we could leave.
I had heard her talking to my husband, belittling me behind my back. My husband was laughing and saying, “Is that so?”
I was furious. I thought she was my best friend. With shattered belief I recognized her for what she was. She was a snake behind her wily charms.
That’s why I let on what my husband had told me not to divulge.
Her husband was having an affair with his secretary.
Photo Credit: Shutterstock
Fiction
Mother wanted a child. It was past seven years and a few months now. Time was passing in a blur. She begged God day and night.
Her pleas finally got God’s attention. The materials at hand were;
Shyness Cups Unlimited
Bashfulness Cups Unlimited
Indecisiveness as much you want
Blushes 1 Cup
Neatness 3/4 Cup
Cleanliness 1 Cup
Forgetfulness 1/2 Cup
Brains 3/4 Cup
Fairness plus Brown Hair plus Brown Eyes as needed
Books to be used as blood in the body so the child gets hungry for them the minute she sniffs
All these He put together. He sent the Concoction to the Mother.
She was ecstatic at getting the Gift from God. Nine months later she held her baby girl in her arms.
She prayed for a baby
And a baby she got
But Alas! The time she had
Was a time too short
She enjoyed this baby. In a period of five years more she got three more babies. Finally she left them all to Life’s Harsh Winds for her Final Abode.
That baby grew up, and morphed into a young lady. Met Life’s Companion. Got married. Got Life’s Joys. (Two Kids) The Life’s Companion, she had, left alone on a Final Journey to Eternity.
The Life we had
And the life, I live now
Was Spring
Now it’s Fall
Galveston Beach 2010
Storm photo and mother praying, courtesy of Web.
Flowers and Breezes 