To Mom With Love

“Sometimes the strength of motherhood is greater than natural laws.”

-Barbara Kingsolver

Mother- She is the first interaction of a child with the world. She is the nurturing force of this universe. Yet, in our race to find ourselves, we often forget the one who gave us birth.

Being a mom is the toughest job in the world. And bringing up the child is perhaps the easy part. The joy of watching her now grown-up child go out into the world is mixed with the sadness of loss, a void that nothing can ever fill. Still, she always supports her child in every way she can. I belong to that tribe…I know!

a mother's love

But do we make an effort to understand how she feels? This is a question we need to address. Put yourselves in her shoes and see…

There’s no love greater than the love of a mother. She deserves to be made to feel special every day of her life for all her silent sacrifices and tireless caring. At times, we walk so far away from our loved ones that we don’t know how to reach out to them anymore. Perhaps, that is why these days were created… the perfect opening to bridge that gap…

Let us begin today, show her that we care… all it takes is a moment to call her, or at least send a message, buy her something that she would treasure… it takes just a moment to let her know she is special!

The best tribute we can give our moms is to give back all that love to the world by being a loving mother to our own children. Keep the ball rolling…

And to all the uncelebrated supermoms, all I want to say is this…

Don’t wait for someone else to make you feel special.

YOU ARE SPECIAL.

Celebrate yourself lovely ladies,

for you are the driving force of this world.

Happy Mother’s Day!

From me to all of you, a beautiful song to celebrate moms…

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Let’s have an ‘AHA MOMENT’- Build A New Word

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‘Aha Moment!”

Sometimes, inspiration strikes. Sometimes, we poke and prod at our brains to produce that spark. Whatever. The result is gratifying, though.

Often, as writers, or even otherwise in the course of our daily living, we do find ourselves wishing for words to aptly explain what we are feeling. I personally do keep groping for enough words to put my thoughts on paper, or rather, shall I say, on my word document! It has been a long while since I wrote anything much on paper. It is beginning to seem like a lost art to me, but writing on digital machines is what I prefer now.

However, that is not the point here at all. Let me get back to my original train of thought…the lack of enough words. I got to thinking about it when I was reading the comments of my friends scottfw and Shantanu Baruah on my Word Of The Day~Eucatastrophe post this Wednesday. If Tolkien can build words, why can’t we! After all, the language lives and flourishes because of its users who continually adapt it to the times.

So let’s get going! I invite every one of you to join in with a word you have created to speak your heart out, or many if you so desire! Build from scratch, mix words, borrow a little from another language… the possibilities are endless.

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Building New Words… Oh! What fun!

Let’s write our own CREATIONARY, well, here is one word we already have to begin with (create+dictionary for anyone who might have missed it). Post your ideas in the comments and we can list them all up here as they come in. How many words can we gather… infinite, I hope! I would certainly love to use some crazy, funny, expressive words in my writing. This new resource could be a lot of fun! Just remember to credit the person whose words you use, I’m sure they would love the appreciation.

Here’s my word for today-

FLUTTERHUG: When someone’s words caress you like a hug that causes flutters in your being.

And of course,
CREATIONARY:  Our very own dictionary of newly created words.

What’s yours?

HOPELICIOUS: Hope which is delicious ( From Shantanu Baruah)

QUART: Quickly Start (From Ridhima)

 

Thank you very much for your contribution. Keep sending in your words…

 

Images by André Santana and GraphicMama-team from Pixabay 

TO ALL LIFE’S CREATION on Earth Day

eyes untamed

yet full of love

each step

sheer poetry in motion

we walk the same sand

you and I

share the same sky

then why should one be

lesser than the other?

© Mona Soorma

~to all life’s creation on

There are so many ways in which we can help reduce our negative impact on the earth. Little things like reducing wastage of resources, to plantation drives, to helping animals in distress…every action counts. No contribution is too small. And if we can do nothing else, we can at least use our pen to increase awareness. Let’s do our bit for this awesome planet.

Celebrating Poets – I SEE THE STARS IN YOU (a tribute to poets of Google Plus)

A very Happy Easter to you all! May the Risen Lord bring many blessings, peace and joy in your life.

Are enjoying your egg hunt? Hey! I’m a good egg too… and poetic as well… I hope someone is looking for me 😜

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Happy Easter Day!

This day is blessed and very special, so I decided to dedicate today to all the poets who were my friends, and inspiration when I first came online with a blog called A Gypsy At Heart. It was not a poetry blog but more of inspirational and motivational write-ups with a couple of poems thrown in at times. Slowly, I began to build up a following on Google plus, and came into contact with some wonderful poets… it was perhaps destiny that I eventually began to write poetry as the chosen way of spilling my soul. That blog is still online to read though I do not add to it anymore.

I have come a long way from that day in the last week of April 2014 when I became Manic Sylph to send my first words out into the online world, and I am grateful and indebted to all those wonderful people who taught me so much, who stood by me in good times and bad, and many became lifelong friends.

Alas, with the end of Google Plus on 2nd April, as one of my favourite people on G+ put it, an era came to an end. Many of those poets have gone on to various other social networks, but the beautiful circle has been broken and there are many who have chosen to bow out without a trace. I dedicate today’s post on Celebrating Poets to all those awesome dream weavers and rhyme makers who make the world a better place just by being in it.

For today… a poem that I wrote for my best friend on G+ that I now dedicate to all the poets of Google Plus. I hope you enjoy this old one. This is not my best effort but has a lot of beautiful memories attached to it. I send all my best wishes to them, wherever they are…

Poem by Mona Soorma aka Manic Sylph written on backround of night sky
I See The Stars In You

 

#NationalPoetryMonth

#Google Plus

 

Image of Easter Eggs by Iva Balk from Pixabay 

 

Celebrating Poets – Ink

I love April.

Yeah, it’s springtime, almost summer for me, and I love it. But April is special… it is the national poetry month! And what better way to celebrate it than to celebrate poets, those mystical creatures who wrap their wispy rhymes around your hearts and bewitch your senses with a splash of their ink…

In my series celebrating poets, I am going to bring to you some of my favourite gorgeous poetry… 30 days, 30 poets, and a love affair with words…

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The poet for today has a special place in my heart. A fabulous writer and a wonderful person, his poetry always brings me smiles. Every time I need to find myself, I head to his blog, and it never fails to nurture me.

Meet Ink Stitution, and fall in love with his beautiful misty thoughts and poet trees

Finding one poem out of so many is always difficult, and this one is also, perhaps, not representative of his work, but Skipping Boots has been one of my all-time favourites.

Enjoy this, and do read some of his other poems as well and decide on your own favourites.

Skipping boots

Carefully avoiding
the cracks between the tiles
Beautiful and sad go hand in hand…
As if they fool life smiling
#NationalPoetryMonth

Happy Women’s Day

What can a poet do but write more poetry for anything and everything under the sun!

It is Women’s Day today, and I decided to open the doors to the heart of a woman. Take a peek… I’m sure you will enjoy it.

We Are Human And We Are Enough

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“A woman is human.
She is not better, wiser, stronger, more intelligent, more creative, or more responsible than a man.
Likewise, she is never less.
Equality is a given.
A woman is human.” 
― Vera Nazarian

Cheers to women!!

Yes, we are human. We are equals, no less or more than anyone else.

It is sad that women in large parts of the world are still made to feel inferior because they are born women. God did not intend to make either sex inferior, or superior. He just made us different. It is we, who have created these divides. On the other hand, I do not agree with the superiority complex that some people have, either, whether they are men or women.

Don’t use your gender as a crutch to prove your excellence. Make the effort to go that extra mile. Do not pull down someone else to make yourself look taller. That victory is transient, at best.

I wish to see a world where we do not need the words ‘better’ or ‘worse’, where we are all happy to have our own place under the sun, and happy to let other’s have theirs. It is up to us to create that world.

We can’t wait for change to arrive. We can’t wait for someone else to change the world. We don’t have enough time in our lives for that. We have to be that someone, that agent of change, that beginning. We have to take the first step, however tiny and chart a new course. We have to create a world where no Women’s Day will be needed to celebrate our own selves.

What better day to begin, than today!

As women, let us be not better, or worse, but ourselves, beautiful in our own convictions, confident in our own capabilities and at peace with who we are. As women, let us not be silent at injustice but learn to stand up for our rights, and stand beside others in their hour of need. As women, let us smile, and shine, without apology. As women, let us always remember that we are enough.

 

 

Image by ractapopulous on Pixabay 

I’ve Got SPRING FEVER!

Hi beautiful people!

I have been missing from action for the last few days, that is, I have not been reading much of anything or interacting with you all. Did you miss me? I sure missed you. But I have not been idle. I have been working behind the scenes.

Oh yes! I have been tinkering with my website. Again. And doing things to my Pinterest. I don’t seem to have the ability to sit still, I guess, change being the only constant in life and all that.

Flowers with text quote about spring fever by Mark Twain

 

Beginning this week, there will be a new writer’s resource category which will have a word power section on Wednesdays and a writing prompt section on Fridays as a regular feature. I will also be posting and/or reblogging on any other relevant and interesting topics that I find. I hope you will enjoy the new additions.

Do write in with your suggestions and ideas to me and I will try and incorporate them as far as possible. Meanwhile, I will try and get to all the lovely blog posts that I have missed.

Be inspired and happy writing!

 

 

 

For The LOVE Of POETRY

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“It has been said that art is a tryst;
for in the joy of it, maker and beholder meet.”
― Kojiro Tomita

Poetry is a very personal thing. It becomes a thing of beauty only in the eyes of the beholder. No two eyes see the same thing in the same way, and that is true for art as well. What I like might not touch your heart at all and I might be totally indifferent to what makes your heart sing.

So, what is good poetry?

Now, here is the catch. Most people, when asked to name their favourite artist, poet, writer, will always spout the names that sound like the latest edition of “who is who”. Are we scared to show our own choices to the world? Do we even have our own choices? Why do we assume that the writings that have been labelled as “classics” are the only ones we should quote? Does a poet become admirable a hundred years after he passed away? Does not publishing your poem in paperback by a big publishing house make it unworthy?

While reviewing a poetry book by Mark Kloss, I read this on his website that got me thinking.

Why when a book is made up of our favourite poems are the majority made up from ages past? Why when asked to remember your favourite poem do you mostly think of an earlier classic? 
Mark Kloss

Since then, I have been wanting to put these question to the world to answer. I want to ask you what, in your opinion, makes a poem worthy of your love and attention. I want to know if there’s a criterion that a poem must pass to be able to touch your heart.

Love classics, by all means. They are great works of art that have been a source of joy for millions over the years. But give all art its due, be it poetry, painting, stories, photography, or any other form of creative expression. judge a poem by how it makes you feel, not by the name inscribed at the bottom.

For me, the greatest impact on my life and poetry has been by some of the poets I have read online. I love Maya Angelou and William Wordsworth and Pablo Neruda, but I love Ink Stitution, Joe Barca, Fiery, Erin Hanson and Darren Wilson more. My favourite stories come from Robin Cook and Scott Wood. I accept that I would prefer to read Owain Glyn’s book more than Lord Byron’s because that is more my cup of tea. This list is not exhaustive, neither is this a shout-out post. I am not naming my friends. In fact, most of the ones I have named don’t read my blog and will never know about it, and that’s how I want it. Consider it more like-
“Did you listen to the latest song by LP? It is fabulous!”
“No, but I will today. Thanks for letting me know.”

So tell me who your favourite poets and writers are. Name the well known, or the unknown, or mix up the two, but be honest about it. Or talk about your favourite poem. Let us honour the words that have touched our hearts, no holds barred!

To all my favourite poets online

I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
Pablo Neruda

 

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