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
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
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
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 […]
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?
just once…. in my life
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
selfless wind
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
celebrate writing and reading
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
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
my 3rd quote for the 1st day..
mySestina
my 2nd quote for the day!!
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
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!!
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
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
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?
i lack perfection
make my own mistakes
i accept i may have flaws
just a human i am
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
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
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…
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
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
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
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
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 :-
Enjoy!!
Regards
mySestina
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.
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
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
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
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
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
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
my helplessness
laughs at me
teases
my character
how
i made it
so effortless
for them
to hurt me too deep
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
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
——
my alarm went off
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…
there i do it again
what i told me I wouldn’t a 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
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?
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
have i got lazy
or they stopped reading
guess its best
not to look for the answer!
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!!
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
stories!!!!!
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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its been a pleasure to have been nominated by my fellow blogger https://jyoteeblog.wordpress.com/author/jyoteee/ for this award..
when no one believed in me – I did
i painted my heart
with an ocean of emotions
every color shined beating the sun
i celebrated my tears
left behind my fear
embraced my wrinkles
like a survivor
i never stopped
discovered my dark side
enjoyed my hope in pain
here i am to pen down
i made it worth reading
and so to write again
#mysestina
RULES
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 :-
Enjoy!!
Regards
#mySestina
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……
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!
voices 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
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.
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 …
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!
We dance round in a ring and suppose, but the secret sits in the middle and knows. – Robert Frost
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Akshay kumar das
Poetry, Photography, Mindfulness
Saving your memories from the funny tricks of time!
tha blogs is about styles beauty health true story's love poetry life quotes all types of quotes many more )): my own thoughts)
The song of a heart can never be caged...
Metaphyics, Horoscopes, Personal Blog, Modeling & Recommended Products,
Scribbles on Cocktail Napkins
Have a Read , Then Giggle !!
A collection of my thoughts
BY GRACE THROUGH FAITH
🎭दो चेहरें हैं,दो लहज़े हैं मेरे...और हर सवाल के दो जवाब "एक मैं जो लिखती हूँ दूजा तुम जो जानते हो"!! 👑Queen Of My Own Thought❣ #MyBlogMyFeeling
A Blog all about Books, Writings and Life!!
a little lunch, a little wine, a LOT of talking!
il mondo nella fotografia di strada di Violeta Dyli ... my eyes on the road through photography
Peace and Pain
The panacea you're looking for silence lies within itself.
Your quality writing source
Fashion | Travel | Beauty | Babble
Rethink...Reckon...Rebuild...
"Everything and anything in that little corner"
-- history | geography | philosophy | individuality --
These are feelings and thoughts from my Heart
Let's Trump The Taboo!
Bringing out the best in Everything ❤️
Activate Your Life Purpose
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