As one of the most effective marketing approaches since the last few years, content marketing is all set to dominate 2015 as well. (And probably a few more years as well!)
According to Content Marketing Institute, even though over 85% of brands are making use of content for marketing today, not all of them believe that they’re good at it. Be it an established brand or someone who is just setting foot in the industry, content is often frowned upon with innumerable doubts in mind.
“Is this blog really going to get me traction?”
“Just how long do I need to keep writing for things to start showing some results?”
“Is it even a wise idea to invest time and money into boosting this 800 word write up?”
“Wait, why did I even start this post? Where am I heading with this?”
So what exactly is content marketing? Why…
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The concept of Karma…explained in its totality
Trees make great tools to explain complicated spiritual models. All cultures across the world use trees as their holy symbols, imagery and signs. There is a concept of the upside down Banyan tree in the Bhagwat Gita, where God-head is part of the roots and the actual tree is a representation of the entire world, the Samsara (the endless cycle of birth and death). The leaves of the tree are the life-giving Vedas or sacred hymns through which the tree is sustained. The banyan tree is no ordinary one as it grows roots from its branches and sends them down towards the earth. Later, these roots become part of the trunk of the tree. A Banyan tree can expand sideways to cover a very wide area. So an upside down Banyan tree has roots that go upward, this represents the human world consisting of endless manifestations of the eternal…
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This is wonderful. Keats is awesome and so are the other poets of Romanticism period of English Literature especially Shelly and Blake. Good one! And the photo does look really beautiful and a great compliment to this lovely poem 🙂
Song by John Keats
I had a dove and the sweet dove died;
And I have thought it died of grieving:
O, what could it grieve for? It was tied,
With a silken thread of my own hand’s weaving;
Sweet little red feet! Why did you die-
Why would you leave me, sweet dove! Why?
You liv’d alone on the forest-tree,
Why, pretty thing! Could you not live with me?
I kiss’d you oft and gave you white peas;
Why not live sweetly, as in the green trees?
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Awesome Composition. This is what I call a talking picture and its right on the way!
” Its worth to be together,
For the time we had,
Lets slake and sit on the bright side,
Before we fly,
On the way, on the way “
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You must have seen crazy pictures – a tsunami actually – of ash smeared naked hermits/sadhu (I am not sure whether they should be called hermits or not). Locally known as naga baba (the naked monk), they are the favorite subject of photographers especially tourist and media persons from foreign country.
And no guesses for why so…
Read more here: http://www.nikhilchandra.in/my-trip-kumbh-mela/
Some poems are so special and moving and touch your heart in a way that you can’t help but share them with the world in all the way possible. Reblogging is one of those ways to get more people to read the haunting piece of poetry.
A Shade Of Pen
Some poems are simply special and you do not know why.. this is one like them..
Yet another Ekphrastic poetry. Once again, I have sought inspiration from Jon Rainford’s brilliant pictures. Click on the link to behold his beautiful pictures at his Flickr account. The image belongs to Jon (copyright protected) and the picture is linked to source.
I have seen it all
From the first cries
That brings a smile
As it signals the rightful
Birth of a child
To the loud and happy
Squeals of delight
That is made by
A happy child.
I also saw life unfold
How a little child grew
To the man who ventured out
To work and earn and establish.
I saw the growth of a family
How a man and wife moved along
The dusty roads of rusty life
How they traveled united in times
I saw the cycle repeat
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Travel tales of compulsive adventure seeker