Sometimes, I really get amused as to how do the bloggers I have been following, persistently keep writing wonderful prose or poetry. It’s not a sheer exaggeration that most of the prose or poetry has been of such a wisdom or quality that I take more time in putting a “worthwhile comment” than writing a blog myself.
Under these extenuating circumstances, and notwithstanding the fact that I tend to comment on most of the good reads, I can not exonerate all the good posts from the charge of myself being non regular or very erratic in posting in my own blog.
Even this evening, with nothing of any use to share with you all, I have supposedly the last poem (rather a mere rhymewith no poetic content) up my sleeve written as a 19 year lad in my engineering college to impress some of my batchmates, and I am unscrupulous enough to share it with you with no hesitation at all with an honest and pious objective of continuity of blogs. On reading this, I equally welcome your growling, exasperation and scolding with open heart very amusingly, since I have always been “Satirically yours“. There it goes:-
In mostly all the social media platforms including “WordPress”, you have friends from countries other than yours and some of them react to your posts or comment in their domestic language only. Similarly, there are friends who prefer to post in their own language. It’s become a common practice for some amateur bloggers like myself, of course with exceptions, to “like” posts of their social media friends in particular who in turn like theirs. Honestly, I seldom read a post written in a language other than in English or Hindi completely and tend to like it if it’s from a “social media- friend circle” albeit option of “Google Translate” is readily available.
Today also, I just did the same thing and that landed me in utter self-embarrassment. In response to a beautiful Spanish poem received in my mail, I did like it as usual and commented “indeed true”. The response from the author which I got to read after about 6 hours was “poemas del alfalfa escritos en el corazón (pause) Gracias por tu opinión.un abrazo desde peru y muchos éxito este año 2023” And friends it reads as “ alfalfa (title of the poem) poems written in the heart (pause) Thanks for your opinion. A hug from Peru and many successes this year 2023.
I don’t have to explain to anyone one at all as to how great a poet the author of the blog indeed was and that he really wrote it from the core of his heart, true virtue of a poet. Not only was he a natural poet writing from his heart (not his mind ) but was even bigger a human being in truest of sense since he offered a spontaneous HUG in lieu of a feigned expression of mine.
I think for a poet words do matter but more than anything else, feelings do. Lastly, we, from the entire world across all the countries, owe you a greater HUG, my dear friend from Peru.
How ‘crazy‘ it is ‘dude‘ to have a ‘ sweet emotion’ like ‘crying‘ and ‘living onthe edge’. ‘What it takes‘ for ‘ the last child‘ to be ‘ back in the saddle‘ and ‘dream on‘ is a ‘walk this way‘, Oh! sure, ‘I don’t want to miss a thing’…
I write this more to pay my gratitude & respect to “all the Blogger fraternity” who have all through the year given new dimension to our vision, knowledge and information about variety of poetic emotions, diverse prose, exotic discovered or undiscovered locations, awesome painting, reverberating jingles etc. than to bid adieu to the year 2022 which acquainted me to this wonderful world of blogging. You think about the subject and you have a mesmerizing blog to your click.
Salute to all bloggers penning about as uncommon a subject as “Leaves of Bergenia cordifolia turning red for winter” ; a tiny and near end leaf itself giving her the mirth & glee to not only describing it but to portray a lovely photograph also. Really, getting joy from the smallest thing possible is what makes any blogger different from others.
Salute to all bloggers making us tour via “blogging world” all the distant places of the world so lavishly on a click something which is otherwise so bizarre and unthinkable at least for a middle class Indian family.
Salute to all bloggers with a Keats or a Milton or a Wordsworth or a Shelley in their hearts spreading love, kindling hope, rejuvenating courage and most of it all caring about humanity as a whole.
Salute to all bloggers with a Mozart or a Tchaikovsky in their mind & limbs providing enticing rhythm and tune to calm us in such a chaotic fast moving globe. They may be lesser in numbers but nonetheless stand parallel to all others.
Salute to all bloggers into fashion, fitness, hygiene, yoga, dancing, medicine, meditation etc. You only make us realize time and again how fragile this world is something we frequently tend to be oblivious to.
Salute to all bloggers preaching some altruism and philanthropy and whole lot of other topics which may sound so petty but are very much into our lives, to a subject which requires certain prudency to even get the actual in depth meaning of it.
Salute to all stalwarts of blogging world with viewership numbers into thousands and hundred thousands and huge followers. At the same time, even bigger salute to all the new comers who could muster the minimum courage required and shy away their inhibitions to venture into blogging despite the presence of all heavyweights in each field.
All the very best for the next year, and see you next time.
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