perfectionist vs naive

perfectionist vs naive

mySestina

they leave me bewildered, puzzled

each time, every moment

constant argument, an endless debate

between my heart and brain

i wonder which one to follow

for my brain wants to be a perfectionist

my heart tells me to be natural – at times naive

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i went ahead…

i went ahead…

mySestina

they told me not to

informed me of the consequences

my well wishers pulled me back desperately

in hope of saving me from what was to come

yet i went ahead as i wanted to rise

instead, i fell in love

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waves in the sea

waves in the sea

mySestina

waves in the sea

dynamic, high powered

performing infinitely

rising, falling

mercilessly

sparing nothing in their reach

dancing to the tunes of the rising moon

with no will of their own

pulled, let loose

acting puppets

pitiful, waves in the sea

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from a Woman to a Mother

it was her, just her …. a woman made love to a man for she was his wife started to experience another life inside her womb was a bit more sensitive now her belly increased a little every moment another heart started to beat inside her she truly became a woman with two hearts life […]

via from a Woman to a Mother — mySestina

subconsciously inspired

subconsciously inspired

We humans, always strive to be the best. As individuals, sometimes we make conscious effort to improve upon our skills, personality and over all development. But have you ever noticed, that we also constantly keep making subconscious efforts to become better and learn things from people and other available modes around us. We keep picking small habits from others that attract us in some way or the other.

Let me give a small example –

Kate is sixteen and has a friend Samantha who is liked by everyone else. Her way of walking, the way she talks, the way she holds a pen while writing, the way she laughs, the way she eats and many more small things. Kate is truly impressed by Samantha and hence she starts picking small habits from her and subconsciously starts practicing them in her life.

This happens basically because we continuously try to be what we think and feel is attractive to us. We make conscious and subconscious efforts to be better in our own way. This is a very healthy and easy way of becoming better. This requires no effort, no practice, no lessons at all. Comes naturally and quickly because we start to believe in it. Must be more commonly practiced during initial young years of our lives. But more or less, we keep following the rule all our lives.

Tell me, have you ever noticed yourselves being subconsciously inspired by someone or something? Powerful and interesting!! isn’t it?

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for once in my life

just once…. in my life

mySestina

z for once in my life
I wanna fly
  for once in my life
I wanna close my eyes
close my eyes and dream
  for once in my life
I wanna bloom like a rose
  for once in my life
I wanna go really bold
go bold and dare it all
  for once in my life
I wanna dive
dive into the secrets of the ocean
  for once in my life
I wanna be an ocean myself
an ocean of dreams
an ocean of emotions
an ocean with a million secrets
an ocean full of life
where imagination goes high

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beauty concealed

selfless wind

mySestina

z

pretty flowers around, lush green trees
colors of the rainbow, waves in the sea
a few amongst many, gifts of the nature
my senses can feel, my eyes can see

still one thing
overwhelms me
selfless and gentle
surrounds me every moment
fills me deep
holds me, embraces me

the power that it stores
one can only feel
the beauty of the air
giving us life
yet never wanting
to be seen

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celebrate writing and reading

mySestina

z

millions of thoughts

coming across my mind

as I decide to sit and write

to share my belief

to share as i  imagine

digging deeper into my heart

the flow never stopped

one thing i realize

its not enough – my life

to pen down all that i hide

millions of secrets destined to die

one day, with me inside

yet one thing is undeniable

about all that i put on paper

if its worth Reading

it was worth to Write

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waves in the sea

waves in the sea

waves in the sea

dynamic, high powered

performing infinitely

rising, falling

mercilessly

sparing nothing in their reach

dancing to the tunes of the rising moon

with no will of their own

pulled, let loose

acting puppets

pitiful, waves in the sea

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3 day quote challenge

3 day quote challenge

The 3 day quote challenge by my dear fellow blogger sunshine

Thanks for nominating me. It surely will be a good and enjoyable experience.

Rules: 

1.Post quotes for three consecutive days.

2.Select and share 1-3 quotes per day.

3.Challenge 3 other bloggers to continue this challenge each day.

Nominees

https://levishedated.wordpress.com/

https://lookaround99.wordpress.com/

https://aurawithwriting.wordpress.com/

Have fun!!

mySestina

YOU inspire me

YOU inspire me

A fresh beautiful morning to start with a notification from Mr. WordPress. A benchmark of more than 100 people following you.

Gives encouragement, inspires you to write more and more. It is such a heavenly feeling to know that someone out there reads what you write. They enjoy and give their valuable suggestions. It’s heartwarming to see people stopping by and appreciating your way of expressing art. You feel like being heard. You develop your skills by reading their art as well. Reading come with Writing. They walk parallel like a train track’s two sides. One can not be without the other.

I appreciate all my fellow bloggers’ support, I appreciate their time and patience. Let’s celebrate each other’s achievements together for we all are like a family. The beautiful thing here is that we may not have met, never spoken to each other, we don’t know each other’s birth dates, yet we have the power to connect to each other without fail. Nothing can stop us from experiencing each other because we are the Souls Worthy of Art..

Remember, If it’s Worth READING, it was Worth to WRITE!!

Keep writing, keep sharing, keep supporting… CHEERS!!

humanity vs terrorism

humanity vs terrorism

i wrote this poem at the time of terrorist attack in Paris…. thought of sharing it today….

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there was terror, there still is terror

bomb blasts, attacks

mumbai, boston, paris

people died

those who lived have suffered

still suffering

but, I have seen

the world getting together

raising voice against terrorism

people united and eager

to give a hand to the sufferers

there are millions to feel

the pain of the victims

millions rise against violence

with time, in times of acts of terror

i have seen humanity winning

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musings

musings

a pen in my hand

i let my imagination

kiss the rainbow

lying on the earth shyly

i welcome thoughts

to come

make love to me

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‘World containing worlds’

What is the meaning of the word ‘World’? I guess when it was invented, it must have meant the map form of the earth. The land and water that it consisted. So, that was the world when it was invented. Correct me if I am thinking differently.

By the way, what does the word ‘World’ mean today? Now this one is a long story. I am aware of a million meanings of this word now. We tend to use it almost everywhere. i.e. the world of blog, the world of social media, the world of animals, the world of art and so on. I am sure, the list will never end.

Well, what we interpret out of this is our own choice, but what I am happy about is that we are able to have so much of diversity in using just one word in many different ways. This makes the world a beautiful place. Makes my world better, your world fantastic and the world a BIG World containing many worlds inside. Interesting!! I love this world.. do you?

 

just a human i am

i lack perfection

make my own mistakes

i accept i may have flaws

just a human i am

 

when music was born

when music was born

mySestina

drums beaten up vigorously with sticks

strings of guitar mercilessly squeezed and pulled

saxophone saturated, overflowed with air in its lungs

keys of piano wept the pressure of pianist’s fingers

harmonica went almost out of breath

cymbal going deaf with unstopping collision

accordion blown up to the extent of explosion

synthesizer mourned to keep up the pace

chimes yearned for wind not to blow

songster with his closed eyes

went nearly blind for the depth of the song

i was there, i witnessed that moment

when MUSIC was born

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when you became mine

when you became mine

mySestina

the breeze started to flow

dew emerged on the colorful petals

mingling of rain with sun, flashed a rainbow

fragrance of flowers made love to the wind

spreading its wings till far distance

cuckoo bird sang lullaby to baby chicks

leaves of the trees danced to the music

looked like the beginning of a magical play

my senses started to bathe the beauty

making me beautiful the most

yes… it all turned divine – when you became mine

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my merciless heart

my merciless heart

i curse my heart

to grant access to agony

to let it proceed through its valves

to travel to every bit of my body

like blood

i curse my heart

to challenge

the strength of my brain

to keep me safe from pain

oh this heart…. it has no mercy for me…

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i woke up with wings

i woke up with wings

mySestina

that morning as i woke up

i had wings like a fairy

white and flawless

someone whispered to me in my ears

her voice soft and mesmerizing

my eyes were still puffy from the sleep

as i rubbed them i tried to see

couldn’t see anything but a light so bright

made me feel like a feather, oh so light

the voice told me “you got it my love”

i bless you with wings, now fly like a dove

i assign you the task to spread divinity

go ahead – be an angel

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dust in my eyes

dust in my eyes

when the dust in my eyes, through the storm

stole my vision for a few moments

it was when, i saw through the darkness

i became blind long time back

blind to the truth, to the sufferings of others

blind not to see, enormous love i received

blind to the merriment, a child’s giggles could bring

blind to the comforts i was rewarded for free

blind to the peace and resources that surround me

blind, not to discover another myself in me

i rubbed my eyes from the discomfort of the dust

promised to earn back my vision

that was held for a long time till now

by my negativity

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he packed me a smile

he packed me a smile

last evening i stepped out of my house

through the narrow streets, into a busy local market

to satisfy my craving for an Indian Chinese treat

the hustle bustle of people

carrying shopping bags crossing the bazaar 

vendors calling out for customers

took me a little close to my childhood

there i found this sweet boy

selling dumplings for a price unbelievable

packed me 10 pieces for less than half a dollar

i couldn’t help but to observe him as he was packing

along with my dinner, he packed me a smile

as i paid him and started to walk back home

i turned to see him a few times

each time to see him smiling

for every customer, packing a smile

 

girls with style

z

pictures, random clicks

from a couple of years back

no flashy camera, the photographer naive

yet every time, i see them, they come alive

for they are all girls with style…

love

Nominated for the Liebster Award

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I was nominated for the Liebster Awards by my fellow blogger Jurala. Thanks a lot for your kind inspiration my dear.  https://keepingupwiththeintrovert.wordpress.com.

Let me start by saying that imagination has no boundaries and it’s so fascinating to see people who love reading to be together on a platform with different opinions, fascinations, backgrounds and much more. I truly salute everyone who invest their time and effort to share their hearts out.

I learnt from Jurala what is Liebster Award all about? Well, it was created to recognize the newcomers to the blogging world. It sure does boost your morale. The feeling of being nominated in itself makes you feel climbing up the ladder.

Rules:
•Thank the blogger(s) who nominated you
•Answer the 11 questions the blogger gives you
•Nominate 5-11 bloggers that you think are deserving of the award
•Let the bloggers know you nominated them
•Give them 11 questions of your own.

Here are the questions I was asked:

 

• Why did you start blogging

I started to blog to express myself. Millions of emotions and observations started to trap inside me and i felt sharing is peace, contentment, life and much more.

• Which of the five senses would you say is the strongest?

Even with just one of my senses missing, I would be incomplete and I don’t like to compromise.

• What three things do you think most each day?

Writing, Pain and Hardships.

• If you had a warning label, what would yours say?

Beware, emotions bomb close by.

• What’s the most adventurous thing you’ve ever done?

I am yet to poke adventure I guess.

• What’s the weirdest talent you have?

I am an all rounder, a chef, artist, teacher, dancer, take care of my kids, cleaner and so on. I am a mom.

• If you could take only three items with you to a deserted island, what would they be and why?

Water, food and my laptop. Well, you can understand why water and food, and the laptop to be able to keep writing.

• Favorite album, why?

I wouldn’t do justice by naming one. Isn’t it? I love art and there is plenty of it out there.

• What song sums up your life right now?

I am yet to write it. lol…

• Favorite childhood memory?

Abundance of human friends around, playing and giggling without any gadgets.

• How do you want to be remembered?

mySestina the survivor.

 

I nominate:

https://xavierfrazer.wordpress.com/

https://pritamode.wordpress.com/

https://niasunset.wordpress.com/

https://golnaranart.wordpress.com/contact/

https://tailsaroundtheranch.wordpress.com

My Questions for you :-

  1. Are you a Hero?
  2. How does writing help?
  3. How far could you go to be heard, to be recognized?
  4. Do you think we are alone in the universe?
  5. What is an achievement?
  6. Do you read as much you write?
  7. What inspires you?
  8. Do you follow to lead or you lead to follow?
  9. What could you possibly give to the world?
  10. Do you let your failures drive you?
  11. What’s the one thing that you would you change about this world?

Enjoy!!

Regards

mySestina

life – his

he wrapped
his tiny fingers around hers
held her hand tight
and said “Love you mummy”

he held her hand warm
placed it on his heart
pulled her closer
and said “love you my bride”

he held her tiny hands
placed them on his lips
kissed her softly
and said “Love you my princess”

he held her wrinkled hands
placed them on his forehead
kissed them gently
and said “miss you mother”

life 1. 2. 3. 4. 5. 6.

z

life 1.

young and free with no boundaries

giggles in abundance

roaming free on the streets

life 2.

fallen in love

suddenly someone has a remote control

to press amongst the buttons of emotions

to decide what your day would be like

abundance of happiness and pain

life 3.

marriage happened

this one surely one of those not made in heaven

well anyway, 90 percent of them are not

but a few a little more scary

life 4.

babies arrive and bring parenthood

the story starts that never ends

memories captured, discovered, made

which are worth a lifetime

this too is not 100 percent fool proof

henceforth, ups and downs

life 5.

still needs a name to be given

alone, spending days without uttering a word

sleepless nights even after 4 pills

tossing and turning thinking of nothing

what would you call it?

life 6.

beyond imagination.. to be discovered

 

i am a poem

words, just a few words
simple, no tough
mesmerising, describing
worthwhile, purposeful

words of enlightenment
words of wisdom
with wings reaching high
shining like sun

sometimes intense
at time easy
read through me
breathe my beauty

with purpose, with passion
imbibe me
I am – a POEM

rejections

with my rejections

I have grown strong
I have become bold
I learnt to challenge
my challenges back

for every rejection
on my way in life
I have traveled
a little closer to my destiny

Your Majesty – Burj Khalifa

mySestina

Standing right next to it and looking at the endless number of floors with the ones at the top, touching the sky. It’s an experience. And i was fortunate to make that experience mine. A dazzling piece of architecture and beauty with a strong foundation.

31st December 2015, the final hours of the countdown. Thousands of tourists had flown to Dubai to see the most spectacular fireworks in the world. People gathering around Burj Khalifa. Eating dinner, having drinks in the most plush restaurants in the world. And suddenly, fire erupts in the building (The Address), spreading at the speed of light. There was a kiosk and it was all over the news.

We were planning on to go see the fireworks and this sad news made us glued to our tv screens watching The Address on fire live. There were firefighters at the location and the Prince of Dubai was…

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walking in the woods – poem

mySestina

woods
walking in the woods
listening to the silence
seeing the unseen
singing the unsung
smiling the pain
weeping the pleasure
holding the untouched
consuming the power
defeating the invincible
I have seen
the light of the darkness
I have realized
I forgot to live
I have learnt
to begin the end

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the window

the window

what it told me in the night

i shall not let you see outside

o dear mysestina

search for the answers within

and so i followed…

surprise!

the window changed its stand

when it was day, bright and grand

look out my dear through the world

enough of searching within

now its time

for a perspective

broader than your own self

 

 

 

 

 

 

helplessness

my helplessness

laughs at me

teases

my character

how

i made it

so effortless

for them

to hurt me too deep

Your Majesty – Burj Khalifa

Standing right next to it and looking at the endless number of floors with the ones at the top, touching the sky. It’s an experience. And i was fortunate to make that experience mine. A dazzling piece of architecture and beauty with a strong foundation.

31st December 2015, the final hours of the countdown. Thousands of tourists had flown to Dubai to see the most spectacular fireworks in the world. People gathering around Burj Khalifa. Eating dinner, having drinks in the most plush restaurants in the world. And suddenly, fire erupts in the building (The Address), spreading at the speed of light. There was a kiosk and it was all over the news.

We were planning on to go see the fireworks and this sad news made us glued to our tv screens watching The Address on fire live. There were firefighters at the location and the Prince of Dubai was one of them.

Now, only a few minutes left for the New Year to arrive and the building is still on fire. The dilemma was would there be any fireworks or not. I personally was not in favor as I felt the fire was a very sad thing to happen and we must not celebrate to support the victims.

But, they thought differently and right when the clock struck 12, it started. The Proud Burj Khalifa came alive. Colorful lights sparkling around it, and it was one of the most dazzling thing i have ever seen.

Later on, I dug deeper and thought about their decision to go ahead with the fireworks, to celebrate when others are in pain. What I came to conclude was that I was not completely correct. The perspective of going ahead with the fireworks was not to celebrate over others grief, it was to celebrate life which was still living and hoping.

The proud grand Burj Khalifa stood there and celebrated life. Distributed colors amongst the people who chose to stand there and wait. People who were scared and sad with the fire incident, yet they decided to witness the royal beauty. People who believed in themselves, believed in life. People who promised themselves to bring back life to The Address building just a little later.

Now this is what i call courage and I salute it. And  I am happy to be proven wrong.

Your Majesty – Burj Khalifa

devil’s secret

mySestina

z

in the silence of the night

shadows emerged

dancing and screaming

the bats woke up from their nightmares

the wind got mustier with every blow

the naked devils were all lined up

the cups in their hands smelled of blood

in the middle of the woods

the red flower emerged

all of them gathered around the fire

the only music was the howl of the wolves

the scarred face moon

watched in silence

as an angel passing by

called for the dawn

in the blink of an eye

the moist evil was seen evaporated

the strained sun inhaled the ashes

shadows were gone

and so were the devil

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z

i looked out

of my bedroom window

just like that

i sat there in silence

leisurely

my mind vacant

my eyes staring

at the same spot

suddenly i saw

the leaves dancing

to the tunes of the wind

i realized

the leisure break was over

imagination poured in

and there

i discovered myself

with a pen in my hand…

 

 

 

the glass in my hand

there i do it again

what i told me I wouldn’t million times
last time
i promised be the last
when i touched  this glass of wine

no i feel no shame
here i hold the damn glass again
for with the shining glass in my hand
fade away my shades of pain

pain that brings me
to the world real
in which, you are no more
its just me that’s left
grieved, heartsore

am i a mother any less?

z

privileges, i got none

deprived of life

scarcity, my only bid

my face not flawless

the scent of my body

disturbing, unpleasant

in the name of luxury

i only have my lap to offer

in the name of cuisines

i got bread tasteless

i am his comfort car

in my arms

i take him places

every night

as i watch him sleeping

i ask myself

for my offerings meagre

the fact that i am poor

am i a mother any less?

 

 

 

 

i inspire me

i inspire me

let the sun, burn my skin
let the nights be long
let the wind blow against my face
i decide to grow strong

let all the odds just hit on me
let me just have a fall
i’ll gather back all my strength
to stand up right and tall

i start my journey
to climb the mountain
at a slow and steady pace
will reach the top, the day will come
in my hands will i have my fate

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have i got lazy – or they stopped reading

have i got lazy

or they stopped reading

guess its best

not to look for the answer!

 

that darkest moment

z

This is about a little girl who lost her father at the age of 7. She had a younger brother and their mom was just 25 when  this tragic thing happened. This girl and her brother hadn’t even realized how their world was going to change from then on. The struggle started in their lives.

Mother struggling to earn and take care of the children without any support. She struggled with her emotions as she was so deeply in love with her husband whom she had lost. She couldn’t cry tears of pain so that she would not make her children feel scared or weak.

The girl started to wonder why her mother had stopped putting on any makeup and why does she now always wears dull color clothes. She often ran to her mother with a lipstick and requested her to wear it. And her mother would refuse (back then, in a hindu family, a widow was not allowed to wear bright colors or any kind of makeup).

Then came a day, her mother told her that their father was coming back. That he was gone for a while and now he is returning. The girl knew in her heart, its not her father, its going to be her step father, but looking at the shine on her mother’s face, she kept quite. She was surely happy about something – that her mother would start wearing bright colors and wear a lipstick or a nail paint again.

Life after that was full of struggle. Much more than it was earlier.

Years passed, the girl was now 34. She had her own children now. One day, sitting next to her mom breastfeeding her baby, her mother spoke to share how she felt when she lost her husband.

It was the first time ever she talked about the same.

She said,

“Your father was a very nice man, he helped me with everything. He was working at a high level in an organization, the same company gave me a job after his death on the basis of his seniority. He had 2 heart attacks and the third one took his life. He was hospitalized for about a month and i used to visit him everyday in the morning after sending you and your brother to the school. But that day, that dark day, i just entered the elevator in the hospital and saw a nurse with whom i got familiar with in that past one month. I greeted the nurse good morning and usually she would she would greet me back the same. But that day, she replied back saying “don’t you know?”

The floor under my feet froze. I wanted to jump out through the half open door of the elevator. Few other people in the elevator stopped me. 

That moment, that one moment was the most uncertain moment of my life. I could not consume, what had just happened. I had you and your  brother aged 7 and 5 and here I just lost my husband.”

The girl heard her mother talking her heart.

The irony of different perspectives brought tears to her eyes, that when her mother was going through the darkest moment of her life, as a child, she was busy thinking about why her mother would not wear any make up anymore!!

winters approaching & when they do!!

z

strained, through the net
of my bedroom window
the sun, now gentle and warm

breeze in the morning
getting colder
with each passing day

zeal in the air
embracing festivity
with arms wide open

exotic berries
peaches, grapes
soon to be relished

my mug of coffee
getting warm a little early
as I’m lost in my thoughts

imagining the beauty
of the Winters approaching

the story of failure – the other way round

stories!!!!!

mySestina

Yeah!! All of them talk about the stories of success. We all have heard many of them.

And what about millions of those unsuccessful ones! Have we ever tried to listen to those too. The voice of so many of us never heard or thought about. Why is it only success that matters? Why not just accept the defeat as well and share it as a story.

It may not give us fame or the spotlight but it will make many of us start believing in ourselves. It will give a lot of us a boost of experience. Being not successful makes me common and I strongly feel its not as bad as we think it is. Not everyone can be a hero or a leader. Even a leader needs people to follow him. So, am I not playing an important role by not being a hero. My voice counts…

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The Sun-shine Blogger Award

z

 

RULES

  1. Answer the 11 questions from the blogger who nominated you.
  2. Nominate some wonderful bloggers and write 11 questions for them to answer.

 

1.What do you write and Why do u write?

i write life, i write dreams, i write pain, i write the screams..

2.Who are you n where do u belong to?

i am a being, a human still wondering if i belong to this universe, or the universe belongs to me..

3.What do you love beside writing?

a creative mind is capable of art in many forms..

4.What is your ultimate aim in life?

to remain human..

5.Are you single, in a relationship or married?

once single now married

6.What is the best thing about you?

art that i believe in..

7.Which is your favorite book and why?

it would be unjust to name one given the fact that the world is full of libraries..

8.Who is your idol?

who could be the best than ones’ mother..

9.Give some tips on becoming a good writer.

let it flow right through your brain, through your heart.. just bring it on paper..

10.What would you do if you were the last person in world?

i would write to leave history behind..

11.How many friends and fans do u have? Describe your best friend.

yes, i have a few to name.. but the best of the lot is my inner self..

 

 

And my nominees are :-

https://pkgama.wordpress.com/2016/04/10/tribute-to-our-heroes/

https://zerocreativity0.wordpress.com/2016/04/08/classical-logos-representing-india-godrej/

http://www.thetreasuresoflife.com/archives/130

https://makeitultrapsychology.wordpress.com/2016/04/12/how-to-make-the-perfect-apology/

https://photographyofnia.com/2016/04/16/upholsterer-archive/

https://naughtyinnocence.wordpress.com/2016/04/16/nothingness-a-to-z-challenge/

https://pkgama.wordpress.com/2016/04/14/unconditional-love/

https://lookaround99.wordpress.com/2016/04/16/underground-folklore/

https://choosingblog.wordpress.com/2016/03/27/and-still-there-is-hope/

https://storyshucker.wordpress.com/2016/02/01/goodbye-friend/

https://levishedated.wordpress.com/2016/04/16/lights-out/

 

Questions :-

  1. Are you a Hero?
  2. How does writing help?
  3. How far could you go to be heard, to be recognized?
  4. Do you think we are alone in the universe?
  5. What is an achievement?
  6. Do you read as much you write?
  7. What inspires you?
  8. Do you follow to lead or you lead to follow?
  9. What could you possibly give to the world?
  10. Do you let your failures drive you?
  11. What’s the one thing that you would you change about this world?

Enjoy!!

Regards

#mySestina

Oops!! what did i just do!!

Well!! I must say a good day in the world of blogging. A few visits to my blog to start with-and then a quite a number of views and the next thing — likes and comments by my fellow bloggers… Excitement took over and guess what i did!! Deleted a precious comment on my post “Walking in the woods”.

The worst part is i did not even get to see the bloggers name. It sure was a positive comment and i need it back!!

So, if it was you…. Please send it to me again….

……. oh so Waiting me……

no one sees my blog!

no one sees my blog!

Its tough to get attention! I can imagine all the bloggers (except for the ones who have many followers already) publishing their posts and waiting for the response.

Well, I guess even the response comes later, what comes first is the number of views. It could be heartbreaking for the beginners to not get any less number of views on their posts. What I have learnt from my little experience from the blogging world is that one needs to be patient for a while and persistent forever.

Remember, its an ocean of people sitting and blogging their stuff on the social networking sites and I am sure, they will start to fall into your net.

Happy blogging!  Keep blogging! Live blogging!

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Back in Time – A Poem

ppvoices coming
from the far end
calling over my name
come with us
give us your hand
let’s just play a game

through the telescope
of my heart
I looked
for the strangers calling
realizing who they were
my tears started falling

with a bunch of kids
It was me
on my face
there was a gentle smile
calling myself to ME
a little back in time

wish I could go
back to myself
wish I could relive
those simple
yet precious

pleasures of life

my failures challenged !

my failures challenged !

Life is full of challenges. Many of us go through hardships in life at some point. The urge to be heard and to have company in times of struggle is only human.

In times of trying, many of us have our own moments of failures in life. And! are we shy to share them?

Everyone’s favorite are the success stories. Why not come out with a few falls behind them. Let’s share every defeat, each failure that we may have faced in our lives. Let every fall be the beginning of a fresh effort.

Come, share your story with us and let’s hear what others have in store!

Remember, your story may teach a lesson to someone in need.

the story of failure – the other way round

Yeah!! All of them talk about the stories of success. We all have heard many of them. And what about millions of those unsuccessful ones! Have we ever tried to listen to those too. The voice of so …

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the story of failure – the other way round

Yeah!! All of them talk about the stories of success. We all have heard many of them.

And what about millions of those unsuccessful ones! Have we ever tried to listen to those too. The voice of so many of us never heard or thought about. Why is it only success that matters? Why not just accept the defeat as well and share it as a story.

It may not give us fame or the spotlight but it will make many of us start believing in ourselves. It will give a lot of us a boost of experience. Being not successful makes me common and I strongly feel its not as bad as we think it is. Not everyone can be a hero or a leader. Even a leader needs people to follow him. So, am I not playing an important role by not being a hero. My voice counts too, even if I just have a story of my failures to share.

So, I may be unsuccessful, but I am still alive and dreaming!

Come join the team, if you want to share your story.

Let’s speak up! Let’s face it boldly!