2 Versatile Awards for the price of 1

Hey guess what? Two other Versatile Awards! I’ll be joining the two in one post.

Rules:

Give 8 interesting facts about yourself.
Nominate 15 versatile bloggers.

First of all I would love to thank Floatinggold for telling me that all these awards were filled with broken links by me 😱😭 . I didn’t know that we had to add “http://” before the link not http://www.😠 I’m sorry guys.

So… I would like to thank Caterpillar
for nominating me, she’s a new blogger who writes lovely poetry.
And I would love to thank Shreya Skurity for nominating me, she’s an awesome writer.

First 8 things:
I love to sleep but not more than 10 hours.(unfortunately I sleep 8h Monday to Sunday )
My blogging world is very dear to me
I like writing poetry but it’s hard
I’m a foody
I’m a muslim
I’m an anxious person
I’m happy most of the time
my first book was The little Prince

Second 8 things:
I wish I could have a life as I wanted it to be
I’m going to publish a poem book in a few days
I love to see snow even though I prefer spring
I love helping people.
I’m curious and nosey
I have 2 books on Gooble Book store
I’m more appreciated on WP than in the real life
I prefer to remain anonymous

merakiforever
Pragya
dilshaa.
crazywriterof6.
fiona
Ortensia
Uncertaintyweb.
Lost Soul .
debadrita
Ushnish the crown
floatinGgold.wordpress.com
shreya jindal
appletomypiee.
foodzesty

Featured: Floatinggold / Title: An Odd ode

I.
Even before I open my eyes in the morning,
and before my alarm goes off without a warning,
I can feel your presence,
which fills me with pleasance.
II.
The thought of leaving you gives me a panic attack,
and my life without you would be so damn out of whack.
I don’t beg you to stay
but you don’t run away.
III.
In your presence, I eat, I read, write, type and take calls,
all that can be done without me putting up my walls.
I can wear pajamas
with colorful llamas.
IV.
At night, when all is said and done, you lull me to sleep,
so I can forget what the world does to make me weep.
I close my eyes gently,
and feel you intently.

V.
You always have my back,
so I thought: “What the heck?”,
and wrote an ode to bed,
which you, too, now have read.

Dailyflabbergast.wordpress.com

Poetry #67

A miracle among miracles
You had a mother
But not a father
as your fate was sealed
you were followed by some
and for others you were witted
You knew what you’d become
away from the shore
But you didn’t stop your mission
Even when you were sore
You fought till the end
You cured the sick
You helped the weak
You’ve made miracles
by the will of God
You were betrayed by one
But saved by the One
you’re still worshipped by some
But you’re loved by even more
As a servant of God

What About #62

Today I’m going to speak about a topic that lots of people don’t like; Death.
So if you’re that kind of person…. you may skip to the next post.

Some of you know that a few months ago I had a panic attack that came out of the blue. Well that event changed lots of things about my thoughts, including the way I see death. One of the symptoms of a pannic attack is the belief that we’re going to die at that moment.
Well I must say that when we find ourselves at the time of our final departure, our thoughts about ourselves change completely. Let me explain:

If you asked me before the “event” if I was afraid to die, I would have surely replied “No, not at all. On the contrary! I would love to meet my Lord”. But something has changed since. When I was waiting for my final breath, I knew that if I really died I wouldn’t have been at peace with myself, I wasn’t ready to meet my Lord. I saw myself so full of sins that I couldn’t be ending in heaven if I died. It’s a sort of reality or fear that appears when we’re confronted with death. It seems that all your “good” deeds are a mere drop in an ocean of bad ones.
I thought that in a few seconds, I would rise from the dead in the day of judgment.

You can realize this only when it’s too late to make things right. You feel that you’ve said too many bad things, and it’s too late you to turn back in time.
you feel that you could have done better, you could have given more, you could have made more peace with your loved ones, you could have been a better person over all. But when the time comes; it’s too late to make amendments. It’s a pitiful feeling of loss and deception over ourselves.

Since then, I’m frightened when I think about what I’ll feel and what I’ll be finding on the other side and I try to be as good as I can be for the sake of my poor conscious. So I suggest you to be as kind, generous, thoughtful , pious as possible while you’re in good health and alive