After reminiscing on the Mela Memories, 😍 let us now move on to one of the most awaited moments! 😃
Yes! It is time to announce the top 5 graphic and written entries! 🥳
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Top 5 Graphics
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-Fatz-
-Afridimalikk-
Congrats Fatz on four of you entries being selected! 👏👏👏 CongratsReeno 👏👏👏 Brilliant work! 😃
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Top 5 Writings
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S.Stephy
THE CROW'S LOOT
Two crows recently moved into the neighbourhood
And scanned the place, while they on a lamp-post stood.
They speculated on who their aerial neighbours would be;
Rock pigeons and little doves brown were all that they could see.
Said one crow to another, 'What a pity! We have stupid creatures for neighbours,
Whose intelligences are not in par with ours.'
The other crow in reply cawed, 'Oh, but look at the bright side!
Delicious eggs for us, they would atleast provide.'
With the breeding season having arrived at last,
The pigeons and doves proceeded to build their nests fast.
And having done so, they laid their eggs one by one,
To bring to life into the world, their very own daughter or son.
The crows scanned the neighbourhood high and low, and east and west,
And they spotted some pigeon eggs left unguarded in a nest.
They quickly swooped down and looted the eggs away,
To a comfy spot, where they might partake of their meal for the day.
When they were asked, 'Do you think this is right?
Devouring a newly forming life, is it moral in your sight?'
The crows in reply cawed and gleefully told
'Ah, but we live in a predator-eat-prey world !!'
Risha_ipkknd
||Confessions of an ipkknd director||
I rack my brain looking for a clue
some damn thing which strikes as new
but all I get is yet another ''fall''
or buaji-akash nd some fevicol
ahh!those horrifying messages on my FB wall
the last episode?i cant't recall
after all those one shots nd that fan fiction
help me someone -such contradiction
save me oh Lord what do I do now?
Let me put a scene with arhi nd a cow
romance n comedy merged into one
next week's drooling over nd done!!
Lol look at them all dreamy nd crazy
now will have time to be a bit lazy..
Turns on IF the very next day
WHAT the? They are over it already ??don't say!!
oh man save me and my life
fans crying nd so is my wife!
Candlelight dinner?-rabba ves on my plate
nd all I could do was strike a debate
on whether for NK a pink pajama?
Or should mamiji do some more of drama?
HP n Anjali-should we make them a pair?
He gives the ''prakash'' which her lightbulb can share
for now atleast ur bulb will fuse
ipk or family?you choose!
Wife yelled and left the table
while I was left to eat sand and gravel
my children give me ''what the''s all day round
dammits and shut ups-never so profound
Devi maiyya help me I need to get a life
twists and turns -I am sick of snakes
I have enough of poolsides and lakes
my nights are sleepless moods often vary
I bang my head hearing teri-meri
And still the forum goes on without stopping
posts and comments suddenly just popping
Omg what blooper?editing team you are fired
they love the new rabba ve?music department stay wired ;)
SBB n SBS want a good spoiler?
Urrgh dump that mobile into the boiler
weekends n weekdays-neither make sense
all those symbolisms are making me dense
and YET when I finally jump onto my bed
Thinking about tomorrow's reaction with dread
I trash my head n think from my heart
cheer up fellows I'll give an ending better than the start ;)
Princess163
The Struggle Called Life
Life is just a tale of rejection,
Circumstances even hard to mention,
What goes through you, you can't put to words,
All you feel is that life is absurd!
People, relationships, everything shocks you,
the tainted feelings never fail to stalk you;
Sometimes a story of utter helplesness,
Giving no way for happiness to be harnessed.
That thread of hope that you try to hold onto,
that little happiness that you desperately look forward to,
that ounce of love that you mindlessly run to;
Yet all the disappointment that threaten to engulf you'.
The ray of light that never existed,
Yet its presence to yourself you insisted;
To be optimistic so hard you persisted,
Yet neither luck, nor God ever assisted.
The imaginary world of happiness that calms you,
The shock of reality deeply harms you;
Yet when faced with truth, you have no choice,
But in the imaginary happiness try to rejoice!
The quest for happiness, the hope not measured,
How each loved one you choose to treasure,
Yet each time you are broken, each time left away,
All you can do is see your life going astray.
The hope shattered, split to bits,
When in the puzzle called life nothing fits;
Yet you can'y give up, yourself you have to gather,
Not for the heartless, but for those who do bother.
Each day is a challenge full of strife,
But,, then, for you, THIS IS LIFE;
How you wish you could give your own definition,
Sans any pain, heartbreak, helplesness and voilation.
Alas, all thats there for you is to WISH,
Wish that no more bouncers would life dish,
But, then. its you, not a lucky fellow,
Your life is empty, your life is hollow.
To save your being from torn to shreds,
All the while uncertainity you dread.
All it takes is a helping hand,
A soothing gae'love as tiny as a speck of sand.
Yet a ton of gold is easier to find,
Than an ounce of true love that can bind;
Without this love, its painful to survive,
Yet all your lofe, you are meant to strive.
All this pain makes you question,
Where did I go wrong?
What have I done to burn alive,
Why did you allow this pain to thrive?
Writhing agony, making you shudder,
How much you wish for your life to get over!
Yet even this priviledge is nowhere to be seen,
All you can do is live till the end of your being!
-Murphy369-
Downpour
When the single rain drops fell on the dry ground, I found myself standing alone by the oriel. The sun seemed to have been masked beneath the thick layers of cloud, hiding from the tremendous cats and dogs weather. The small drops fell right on my cheek, letting the pure cold air soak through my tear strained cheeks, and drying up, as I realized the small drops irritated me to no end, closing the wooden framed panes. I crossed the hall, trying to make the way in the gloomy darkness, and sat on the couch, my legs carelessly folded under me. My hair hung loose, I smelling my hair alone.
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The dead streets looked horrifying, I chose the stairs by the empty cafe and sat on it, the light drizzle now kissing the earth. It was ridiculous, I thought, not having anyone to tell what I feel right now. I wanted to scream and shout , dance around, needless to say with a partner, and I sit rather like an idiot, all alone,after graduating finally.
This could be some kind of plot, I decided, not letting the thought of being ignored go through my brain cells. I tried thinking this to be some kind of surprise, but then, it was more than 10 hours since the results were out. And then the one person who made me grow more than angry was him, as if it was only me who cared for our marriage. He didn't bother to call for once, let him be, must be costing him to make a local call, I was annoyed.
I took in a fresh breath, they were a bunch of meanies. The last word gave me pleasure, and I seemed contented finally being able to say a few words against them. I shoved a note to the waiter, asking him for a mug of latte, and waited for the gone damn thing to beep for once for heaven's sake. The waiter placed the mug and ran from there, as if I seemed to be lioness ready to pounce on him. But then, they might be busy, I tried being serious and comment mature, but my nostrils flared at the thought that I was screaming this date for at last from 10 days ago. Memory loss was a common thing, isn't it?
But I am back a phantom now, I concluded, I wondered what made me go so very "oh-so-sad-and-poor-soul" just at the thought of being ignored. I tried thinking of ways which would make my latte a bit delectable, to bring the appetite into the right place. I looked into the thick milky steamy liquid, trying to look beyond that, leaning into it. I immediately looked across when I caught the saucer shaped eyes of the winter gawking at me as if I was being an immature idiot. I narrowed my eyes, and he shuffled the dishes quickly in place.
I stood up, keeping the cup on the side table, moving towards the view point. I would scream at him once I get my hand on him, I swear. The evening cleared off, the clouds thinning down into a mere sheet of dark cotton. Unknowingly a small smile crept my lips, the flashbacks of shouting at top voice down this very hill sent familiar high-spirits churn through the paraphernalia of pumping of blood.
Let him be busy with his shitty laptop and files, I couldn't stay calm, after seeing the empty call list on the cell. It wasn't a common thing for him, I bit my lip, too reluctant to think that he might have forgotten. I breathed in, quickly scanning through the last few hours wandering aimlessly down here.
Though the ways things turned out the last few days, there was a possibility to my hopes, still. I didn't know from when I started thinking about him, again, leaving the accustomed streets . I walked along the paved pathway, and then stopping by the familiar railing and swiftly jumped over it, holding the almost dead branches of the tree that leaned towards me. I leaned in an awkward position, caressing the leaf which still seemed to have the life in it.
A timid footstep followed , and stopped abruptly as I turned my head and stopped dead. He slightly murmured a sorry before sliding on the railing, making himself comfortable beside me. I stiffened; looking at the misty hills down. 'I'erm..caught up with some'you know' he looked hopefully to me,' and my anger jumped off the cliff. 'I am honestly sorry' he pressed his lips.
'I know,' I kept my head resting on his shoulder. I should be angry on him, I recalled, not because he was late, but for making me forget my anger. The downpour increased the pace, the tree holding the leafy umbrella on our tops.
Andhara13
Congrats to all five of you 👏👏 👏 Outstanding writings! ⭐️
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