Sweet Sour Memories

Sadly, this one’s the last assignment for Writing 201:-( Alright, so this one, as highly guessed, is finally a sonnet with a very ironical prompt of pleasure( something exactly opposite from what I’ll feel once this ends:-( ) Yet, it isn’t a sadistic sort absolutely! I’m sure it’ll remind of wonderful days. Happy reading!:-) ©2015lavanya99.… Continue reading Sweet Sour Memories

Cryptic Cold

Finally, today’s assignment; a Concrete form of poetry with a prompt of ‘cold’. Ah well, this one’s a story weaved around the snow, about how cold-blooded, humans can be. Do have a go through it and tell how it sounds! Happy Reading! ©2015lavanya99. All rights reserved. Cryptic Cold Loud, several,sirens sounded. A mixture of ambulance… Continue reading Cryptic Cold

Delicious Dew

Assignments are meant to be late, yeah?:-P Ok, this one’s that of yesterday, with an Elegy form of a poem. With the prompt of flavor, nothing can beat the flavor of nature. So does my poem. Do have a read!:-) ©2015lavanya99. All rights reserved. Delicious Dew Ever tasted the delicious dew of the morn? The… Continue reading Delicious Dew

Festivitied Neighborhood

A little late, I must confess. But here is today’s assignment, a ballad with an assonance on neighbourhood. This one’s all about today’s festival, in India, the beginning of Navratri. So here’s one to it! I hope you like it! ©2015lavanya99. All rights reserved. Festivitied Neighbourhood There the stage lits up, Next to my house… Continue reading Festivitied Neighborhood

Face Of The Moon

Another beautiful day, and today’s assignment calls for something romantic, circling around the theme of face with poetic form of “Found Poetry”. So, keeping up the Indian, that I am, there’s been a past of moon in love in Indian love stories. You’ll always get one looking at the moon as their lover’s face. So… Continue reading Face Of The Moon

Some Poetic Wonders

A THING OF BEAUTY -John Keats A THING of beauty is a joy forever:Its loveliness increases; it will never Pass into nothingness; but still will keep A bower quiet for us, and a sleep Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing Therefore, on every morrow, are we wreathing A flowery band to bind us to… Continue reading Some Poetic Wonders

The Imperfectionist, Life.

A beautiful subject today for our assignment of Writing 201, Imperfection. And not to miss it, this one is a limerick form of poetry, which I guess, everyone of us has had in their primary English classes. I hope this makes a good read! ©2015lavanya99. All rights reserved. The Imperfectionist, Life. Her daughter was her… Continue reading The Imperfectionist, Life.