From One Line, Vol 2

It is a grand wrap for 2021, with 6 of my poems part of this beautiful anthology of poetry and flash fiction – FromOneLine (Vol.2).

Writing in a few words and within limited characters is a great mental challenge. When you have to create using only the provided first-line prompt, it becomes all the more interesting for the writer.

This anthology brings together myriad perspectives and creativity to these first-line prompts. A perfect Christmas gift with a colorful cover and an accompanying bookmark, with talent overflowing through its pages. The second FromOneLine Anthology has been published as an A5 paperback book. It features 41 prompt lines, 113 authors and 457 poems, and flash fiction.

Available to buy from for worldwide delivery: https://t.co/LTSjX7MIhk via @Etsy (or direct at https://t.co/2cjkVbHtfp for UK orders and PDF version)

  • Editor: Meghan Dargue
  • Publisher: Kobayaashi Studios
  • Language: English
  • Paperback: 234 pages
  • ISBN-13 : 978-1914949005
  • Price: £9.99
  • Postage UK: £1.99

Rainbows

Rainbow

Black and white rainbows
Arched beneath eyebrows
Glowing across eyelids
In monochromatic glimpses
Fluttering on eyelashes
Visions of colorful splashes
Why can’t we see beauty
In unshaded symmetry
Why do our hearts crave
For spectrums uncreated

Brilliant Strokes

Ansh has showcased his work in 43 exhibitions. His paintings have found global affection with more than 400 of his acrylic paintings adorning the homes of patrons in India, Canada, German, Dubai and Hong Kong. He has been featured in newspapers and regularly participates in art competititions.

When you seek beauty and bliss, it seeks you out in return, in its myriad forms. After writing about Shreyan’s creativity, I came across another brilliant, young artist. Ansh Batra, a 14-year old boy, delves mostly in abstract paintings on acrylic. Ansh started painting in his early years and has found refuge and expression in shapes and colors.

A kaleidoscope of colors, the paintings bring cheer and joy. Sometimes, they also reflect inner chaos and jumbled visions, as the artist seeks answers. Whatever be the medium, a work of art can be interpreted in several ways and Ansh’s work resonated with some verses in my archives.

Just waves in the sea

Dewdrops on a petal

Clouds pregnant with rain

Life in motion, fluid, pristine

Souls waiting to be free

Musings by ANEESHA SHEWANI
Acrylic on Canvas by Ansh Batra
Acrylic on Canvas by Ansh Batra

There is no apology

For being simply you

A yellow leaf

Is pretty still

In verdant foliage

A sign of autumn

In a life well-lived

MUSINGS BY ANEESHA SHEWANI

The kiss of a setting sun

On the lips of a dying day

A final blush, an orange glow

Before a black shroud

Covers the last ray

MUSINGS by ANEESHA SHEWANI
Acrylic on Canvas by Ansh Batra
Acrylic on Canvas by Ansh Batra

Dreams explode

Under the pressure

Of restless nights

They now float free

From my eyelid to yours

In triumphant audacity

Musings by ANEESHA SHEWANI

Ansh is a special child with autism. His art has received the unconditional love and blessings of his parents. Anshul, his mother, with utmost humility says that Ansh is learning to work with colors and canvas and will continue to learn all his life. A preview of Ansh’s work is available on his Facebook page managed by Anshul.

With unpretentious and dedicated pursuit of his passion for different strokes, Ansh has showcased his work in 43 exhibitions. His paintings have found global affection with more than 400 paintings adorning the homes of patrons in India, Canada, German, Dubai, and Hong Kong. He has been featured in newspapers and regularly participates in art competitions. His work reflects the depth of the caption in a Facebook video that features his artistic method “We’re all little broken; last time I checked broken crayons still color.”

Trolled into Silence

Trolled into Silence

Screaming into the void
Like lunatics caged, gagged
Muzzled emotions, numbed
Trolled for spoken words
Sounds buried in the head
Sane voices, now long dead
Victim to resounding fear!

How to silence the howls
Raging, trapped in the mind
Injustice bellows, how to find
Respite, refuge from wounds
Growing like sepsis, unheeded
Gasping for breathe, unheard
Mauled into total surrender.

Free to Be!

One day I will fly away
On gossamer wings
Adorned with fairy dust;
You will crumble into mud
My sweet cocoon
My captive hut!

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