Morning Surprise – One Lovely Blog Award!

onelovelyblogGlad for this streak of good luck. So many good things flowing in one after the other and I am not able to contain myself.

Thank you VikToryArch- for making me glad with one more award. I am gratified. You have always been very kind and encouraging. I cannot repay your generousness but can broaden its wings by taking other amazing bloggers in to.

Here goes the rules:

  • You must thank the person who nominated you and include a link to their blog. You must list the rules and display the award.
  • You must add 7 facts about yourself.
  • You must nominate 15 (or more) other bloggers and comment on one of their posts to let them know they have been nominated.

Seven facts about me:

I am a chatter box; a jack of all trades, master of none; strongly believe in Random Act of Kindness; cry more in others’ pain than mine; laughing hysterically is my daily ritual; feel happy seeing a smiling face; express gratitude always.

My nominees:

Thank you and loads of best wishes. Stay happy and motivated! J

On being nominated for LIEBSTER AWARD.


An Elephantine THANKS to VIK TORY ARCH (  Whether I merit this nomination? Have you rationalized aptly by nominating me? I hold no answer to either. I come up myself, I mean my works, still bleak compared to the brilliant works of my fellow bloggers. But a little butterfly flutters its wings of pride in my heart on picking up this nomination. I once again admit your benignity, Vik Tory Arch.

Coming to my story……

Unbelievable! But I will recount a believable story here. Yesterday, I was fagged and devoid of motivation. I was contending to grab a propelling cup. As I was arbitrarily going through others’ works on WordPress, I came across an array of awards nicely basking in glory on one blog page. The first in line was the Liebster Award. My mind did not play any record on this then. But the moment I rested my body against the soft surface of my bed, I started dreaming about this with my eyes open. I am a passionate dreamer in real life. Recently, I learn from my blogger friend Fre’de’ric that my name rêva means “dreamt” in French. (Thanks Fre’de’ric for letting me know). I have no count how many hours it went on dreaming but when I get up this morning, I see this-“ I would like to kindly nominate you for a Liebster Blog Award. I enjoy your work. Thank you for the inspiration.Find link here: Best wishes.”

I am still unsure. I don’t know whether I am writing this in real or I am still stuck in my daily ritual of dreaming……..

 Vik Tory Arch’s questions for me, with my answers:

  1. What do you say when you see yourself in the mirror for the first time in the morning? I say “Love you Lovable” and bless myself for having an opportunity to see myself in the mirror one more morning.
  2. Your favorite color? Grey (gray).
  3. Three random facts about you? I have lived my entire life dreaming. I harbor no prejudice. I love being honest.
  4. What inspires you the most? Nature at its best. And of course, all the inspiring works of others.
  5. Do you have a writer’s block or have too much information and afraid that you might miss some? (for the writers) At times, I am stuffed with so much info that I go on missing some or the other important chunks.
  6. One word describing you? Empathic.
  7. What have you reach this year? I have reached hundreds of wonderful and inspiring people on WordPress this year.
  8. Your major goals for your blog? To associate with millions of awesome blogs through my blog. To create a unique niche for my blog.
  9. Cats, dogs, or books? Books and only books!
  10. The latest shocking news for you? Being nominated for Liebster Award by you (Vik Tory Arch).
  11. What is your golden lining? You are born original so do not die a copy.


For a moment, I will retort to real job and extend the Act of kindness, which Vik Tory Arch has done for me. Firstly, if you have been nominated for ‘Liebster Award’ and accept it, you are required to follow few rules.

  1. Write a wonderful blog post about the Liebster Award.
  2. Thank the lovely person who nominated you. And that is ME.
  3. Post a link to the person’s blog who nominated you on your blog. (It means, Being Eternal’s link-
  4. Answer all the 11 questions provided by the person who nominated you. (The questions I have put for you to answer)
  5. Nominate 11 deserving blogs, who have a follower count of less than 500-1000. (You can also nominate who has already received this award. I mean, you can nominate me once again. He He 🙂 )
  6. Create a new list of 11 questions for your nominees to answer.
  7. List out all the rules in your blog post. (Do not simple copy paste from here. Put some effort at least on being nominated for the award. 🙂 )
  8. Do not forget to inform the nominees. You can do this by commenting on their blog post. Most importantly, give a link for them to your post.

Now, the time for announcing 11 great bloggers, I have come across my blogging journey.

My 11 questions to you:

  1. How do you define your SELF?
  2. What inspires you in life?
  3. What is your most desired dream?
  4. Are you a private person or social or selectively social?
  5. What is that you dislike in others?
  6. How satisfied are you with your life?
  7. When was the last time you encouraged someone?
  8. What makes you go crazy?
  9. What makes you trust someone?
  10. What is that something which you cannot live without?
  11. How do you feel when someone nominates you for any award?

I did my bit of encouraging you and request you to do your best. All the best!

A Slumbering Shadow…..


Detest me not so grim, to love you is, what I cannot.

What worth to you, will be my heart- a fractured pot.

You command a calamitous philia that I dare not give;

Otiose you sow the seeds of love, my stark heart deny conceive.


You are a solacing stream. In you, my afflictions defy to grow.

 I am an abstruse ocean, in concert, we can ne’er flow.

Alike my loyal fantasm, you trace my spirit in low and high;

 I brave not your eyes rain in pain, your soul shrivel and sigh.


Your thirsty psyche beg of unstinted cup of love, on knee;

Sip you not and sully your life, becoming WE is a mirage to see.

 A debile and a scorned soul I am, endure no lasting nest to fly;

Do not confide in my wings, your faiths are sealed to die.


Ceaselessly you yearn for me, grueling yourself, day in and out;

You couch me in your orisons, in this, I harbor no edge of doubt.

I am an ephemeral cloud, bereft of repose- your pursuit all in vain;

Consume wisdom- your pedes bound to leech and pain is what you gain.


To love you back, I am deflowered………………but I do partake a care;

For your sanctified locus of feelings, I am plainly no compare.

Do not contend to wake up for me, I am a slumbering shadow;

Long-drawn-out is my dormancy, await you not in any meadow.

Guest Post- Seeing a Woman: A conversation between a father and son.

Hi All,

While searching randomly for a good reading, I came across this wonderful blog infused with  amazing insights and thoughts. Please do not misunderstand this as a blog promotion. I agree, if you tag this as a promotion of wise thoughts. I am sorry to say but I am allowed to repost just an excerpt from the original post by  Mr.Nate Pyle.

Here it goes……


Someday I am going to have to have the conversation with my son. No, not the conversation all parents dread giving and all kids are mortified having. I enjoy making people uncomfortable so that conversation should be fun.

No, I’m talking about another conversation. The one that happens after I catch his eye doing what male eyes do well – following an object of lust. We will probably be out at the mall, because that’s what dads do with their sons, and I’ll catch the look. Maybe we’ll go to the beach and see it. Doesn’t matter where it is, there will come a time when I will see it. And then it will be time for this conversation.

Hey, come here. Let me talk to you. I saw you look at her. I’m not judging you or shaming you. I know why you did. I get it. But we have to talk about it because how you look at a woman matters.”

A lot of people will try and tell you that a woman should watch how she dresses so she doesn’t tempt you to look at her wrongly. Here is what I will tell you. It is a woman’s responsibility to dress herself in the morning. It is your responsibility to look at her like a human being regardless of what she is wearing. You will feel the temptation to blame her for your wandering eyes because of what she is wearing – or not wearing. But don’t. Don’t play the victim. You are not a helpless victim when it comes to your eyes. You have full control over them. Exercise that control. Train them to look her in the eyes. Discipline yourself to see her, not her clothes or her body. The moment you play the victim you fall into the lie that you are simply embodied reaction to external stimuli unable to determine right from wrong, human from flesh.


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The Dance of Vehemence.


I dance to the tacit tunes of splendid wildness.
Let not the man uncover me in his bare keenness.
Behind, I bequeath my gossamer veil of soberness,
Like an insane, I saltate in my rapturous madness.

My dance is finely sculped in the tranquil zephyr,
As I incite with all the métier my soul can harbour.
I dance to my heart’s marrow, and no person, I care.
Move, I fleetly – to kiss my feet, no sand can dare.

I dance in the swarms of cosmic whirlpool, so wild,
And lift my nimble substance in surges of gracility, so mild.
I flirt with my pixilated shadows, like a child;
As though a pearl of dew, in the elysian lunacy, I slide.

I sway along gently and dance like ne’er before;
Soar like a roiled ocean, to reach my sedated shore.
Fly like a bird, but flock of my burdens, I ignore;
And trip the light fantastic toe to the sacred rhythm, I adore.

I look upto my pristine soul, casting off the sheath;
Getting larger than life, and defying death.
I find my pedes weaving a little poetry, underneath;
And pick up my heart humming a melody on each breath.

Envied angels pair off their finest footfalls with mine,
In the grimmest night, like a silvern moon, I shine.
The stars align in paragon, as my arcs twist and twine;
Crimsoned, I feel on cloud nine, Oh! How do I confine?

My anguish is bolted and deepest void is liberally filled;
I dance like woolgathering with my feet and calm is instilled.
My hieing heart is exalted and sobbing soul is lulled;
In the dance of vehemence, even the cosmos is stilled.

The Saline Mischief !

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Gestating in my heart, in my eyes you lay,
Lasting on my cheeks, on my lips you fray.
Comporting the tales of gray and gay,
The tears dance in pain and love, any way.

As though the moon, in my eyes you wax and wane
I beg your pardon……………, why do you drain?
You imbue me to the core, like a fervid rain
Devising me sane, and so insane, again.

My trusts, dreams and ruth you reflect
Of course, my insecurities so disgust.
Mouthing my scathe, my tongue has slept
Giving no voice, you flow silent and perfect.

Of compassion and sympathy you speak,
Ever on your toes, to disgorge for the meek.
To satiate, my worked up voids you seek
Of longing and loss, so bleak.

You are the river in which I drown
And the bridgework in my emotive town.
You are the epitome of my tacit mourn,
Purifying to the brim, and boldness I adorn.

Of my soul, you embody the antiquity,
The sanctified and unspeakable nobility.
You prompt me of my blanked out ability
And I compass the shoring of my divine stability.

I ramble in the stinging deserts of heart, aloof
Alike an aplomb, you en-grain in me, a gravid relief.
Empty one more time, beef up my belief
Flood in one more time and enact the saline mischief!