3 Days 3 Quotes – Day Two


“The ideals that have lighted my way, and time after time have given me new courage to face life cheerfully, have been Kindness, Beauty, and Truth. Without the sense of kinship with men of like mind, without the occupation with the objective world, the eternally unattainable in the field of art and scientific endeavors, life would have seemed empty to me. The trite objects of human efforts — possessions, outward success, luxury — have always seemed to me contemptible.”

Rules of the challenge: 1.Three quotes for three days. 2.Three nominees each day (no repetition). 3.Thank the person who nominated you. 4.Inform the nominees.

Thank you fauxcroft.wordpress.com for nominating me and appreciating my work.

Day 2 Nominees: I do recommend you to check their blogs. Happy reading.

  1. lindaswritingblog.wordpress.com
  2. sailajap14.wordpress.com
  3. thoughtsdrunkinpetrichor.wordpress.com



3 Days 3 Quotes – Day One


Augustine of Hippo

Late have I loved Thee, O Lord; and behold,
Thou wast within and I without, and there I sought Thee.
Thou was with me when I was not with Thee.
Thou didst call, and cry, and burst my deafness.
Thou didst gleam, and glow, and dispell my blindness.
Thou didst touch me, and I burned for Thy peace.
For Thyself Thou hast made us,
And restless our hearts until in Thee they find their ease.
Late have I loved Thee, Thou Beauty ever old and ever new.

Rules of the challenge: 1.Three quotes for three days. 2.Three nominees each day (no repetition). 3.Thank the person who nominated you. 4.Inform the nominees.

Thank you fauxcroft.wordpress.com for nominating me and appreciating my work. 

Day 1  Nominees: I highly recommend you check them out, they are very inspirational and interesting to read.

1. muraadnama.wordpress.com

2. myjourney2mypeace.com

3. thenewleaf2016.wordpress.com

Sergei And Tatiana


“Will you come with me, wherever I go?” asked Sergei, Tatiana who demurely sat with her hands in her lap and seldom spoke, until of course, she was spoken to, looked up at him, “Where Sergei?” Sergei smiled her, “I said, wherever Tatiana”. Tatiana looked into his blue eyes and blushed. “Oh Sergei!” she sighed, and lifted her hand to his face, slowly rising she cupped his face in his hands and tenderly kissed him, speaking in a whisper, “Wherever, yes, let’s go”. Sergei held her hand, squeezed it and led her, along the avenue of stately mansions, down the rocky climb into the fields. They could now see the bridge and the waters of the river. The clouds were gathering across the horizon as they walked hand in hand. Sergei stepped into the waters just ankle deep, one arm around his beloved Tatiana, gingerly she stepped in and before long they were frolicking like two lambs in a pasture.

The wind was now silent and the clouds more ominous, a hard drizzle started and then a faraway roar could be heard. The waters bounded from the mountains over the fields into the gorge and cascaded into the river. Tatiana held onto Sergei, as the waters swirled around them and lifted them off their feet. The river unmerciful in its rising, tossed them hither and thither. Until at last the bark of a fallen tree stopped their journey midstream. The rain too had stopped, they pulled themselves up and rested on that friendly limb. The moon was now slinking in through the clouds. Tatiana shivered and looked towards Sergei. Free she felt at last from the hateful aristocracy. Free to be, free to live a new life.

The Solemn Wait


“Will this be the sunset of my dreams? Here I wait bedecked in jewels, coiffured and groomed. My countenance flushed in the golden glow. The soft breeze caresses my being; I hear the crunch of the dry summer leaves and my heartbeat quickens, are those footsteps on the gravel? Is it you, Friedrich? Or is it the wind and nature playing tricks with me, yet again? Oh, my heart, fain into thy arms before this darkness overwhelms me”.

Who Will Stop The War?


Across the skies it thundered into a spectacular ball of fire,
Upon the earth it hurtled into a blazing human pyre.
The clouds dense, the mountains dark – the smoke billowed across the mile,
The rocket had hit its mark – the charred singed bodies pile
Justice seeks to live in Peace – yet justice kills per se
The law of Peace sadly amiss – as justice pays heed to hearsay
The vicious cycle gathers speed  – when shall the fury abate?
Retaliation and revenge wailing plead – will Peace be gained sedate?
Who will bear the tidings sweet? Who will across the borders gather?
Who will across the tables meet? – raise a toast “End to War “ rather?
If not you, the Hand that hurls the missile?  If not you, the Hand that draws the sword?
It can but stop – If YOU dared.
It can but stop – If YOU  willed.
It can but stop – If YOU truly loved.


Winter Winds



The ghostly spectre
Scripted a letter
Chilling bold
In fingers icy cold.
And the wintry wind howled
While the fog gently cowled
Moon in shadows jailed
The trees ominous wailed
Crunch-crunch, slosh- slosh
The mackintosh and the galosh
Skippity-skip, slob-slop
On the rump – plop
The spade and the shovel
Seek a foothold on the gravel
The Winter winds a blowing
The hearth a softly glowing…

Along The Sidewalk


– Along the sidewalk
Against the post
I leaned and lazed…
As darkness strolled
The evening shadows lounged
And the lights they gazed
Into the nights soul.
Then rushing feet
Fled homeward bound
While wearied worn
Dragged in limbs
– Along the sidewalk.
Against the post
I leaned and lazed…
While hand in hand
Smiled the young
With eyes for none else
Others furtive , looks a darting
Restless perplexed stood
And pleasant, obnoxious
Strode a jostling, hustling
With buxom, lithe and gaunt
– Along the sidewalk
Against the post
I leaned and lazed…
And gazed
Into the nights soul.