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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.…

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…

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…

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…

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…

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…

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…

The Gift

Alright! Today’s assignment is here. It’s a double acrostic! Here’s the one. Hope it’s good enough! ©2015lavanya99. All rights reserved. The Gift.. Nonchalant, a situation hiT Embossed in her mind,                          like the light in a cellaR Verily moonlit, in the garden he’d said;”All that matters is yoU.” Enchanted by his words, her heart     screamed a…

Screeny Scrawny Malady…

This poem is haiku form of a poem, originating from Japan but a form now famous in the world. Ah well, the following one is my creation, as in, also my assignment for day 1 on Writing 201. T’was great fun doing this. Hope you it enjoy too!! ©2015lavanya99. All rights reserved. Screeny Scrawny Malady……