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I started listening to my own self

they decided not to listen to me

ignored my presence cruelly

I was told

I wasn’t worthy of any attention

must I say, it was a setback

brought me the days blue

many nights unusually dark

but, was I to stay so forever?

the good in me introduced me to hope

about them, I didn’t care anymore

amazingly I started to develop feathers

my aspirations gradually turned them to wings

I took my time to learn to fly

THEY were furious to see me in the sky

yet, they could do me no harm then

for I wasn’t wanting them to be my audience

I followed the path that made me believe in me

I followed the hope that gave me beauty

today, as I stood to make my speech

all of them gathered to give me honor

it didn’t matter anymore if anyone would listen

I had discovered a way much better

I started listening to my own self

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.

to jump or not to jump

staring down through the depth of the building

She sat on the top most floor

her situation unfathomable

incapable to consider any solutions

she felt all her power evaporating

her legs trembled, felt empty

shiver ran through her spine

as she struggled to decide

to jump, or not to jump

and she did

but on the other side

the story of Failure – the other way round

1st ever post on mySestina : Date April 6th 2016

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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. Leave a comment below!

Let’s speak up! Let’s face it boldly!

if the STORM was a little ORDERLY

In response to the daily prompt. The Magic word Orderly

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I wonder if the storm be a little orderly

would it be not so loud, so harsh

would it be a little less destructive

would the wind decrease its massive flow

would the tide rise not that high

If only the storm was a little orderly

would it not make the buildings to fall

would it not gulp lives too many

would a little more be spared from its wrath

If only the storm was a little orderly

the bridges may develop a few cracks

yet they won’t break completely

they would still allow the cars to pass

If only the storm was a little orderly

I would still find my wife and children back

for they wouldn’t end up being in the storm’s mouth

I would still find them standing under the tree

waiting for me

only if the storm was a little more orderly

the storm sure, would loose its power

the power to become gigantic

IT SHALL NOT TURN INTO A STORM AT ALL

If only the storm had learnt

to be a little more orderly

a kiss on my neck

he gifted me a necklace once soothing pearls sewn in a golden thread making love simultaneously to the ones onto their right and to the left as I wore it, the pearls hugged my neck I felt a …

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a Tiny portion of something BIG

staring stunned at the stars in the sky

imagining the size of the universe infinite

questioning values of my little existence

amazed, I thought to myself

I am a tiny portion of something big

sitting at the beach, watching the ocean endless

looking at the waves showing no mercy

rising to heights, reaching the sky

amazed, I thought to myself

I am a tiny portion of something big

closing my eyes as I got ready to pray

imagining the power of true God divine

sensing his masterly manner to run this world

amazed, I thought to myself

I am a tiny portion of something big

The Junkyard

for their little left worth to be sold, for few pennies Junk, sitting in the Junkyard a wooden chair with a broken arm its fabric stinking of some heavy metal an air conditioner with its compressor…

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Thumbs Theory

thumbs on the hands

sad, left out to wonder

forming a group, the fingers unite

why have the thumbs been set aside

pretty rings, are all for fingers

beautiful and long

they sway to form many gestures

desirable to be touched by the lovers

they work to brush the soft pink lips

caress a loving face, hold it to kiss

in the meanwhile

the short and the cornered thumbs

sitting to rest, feeling too dumb

they are yet to realize their worth

do they know their part is to inspire

for thumbs up is the gesture we all aspire

going up of them bring a million smiles

fill life with laughter,

make spirits to touch the skies

well! well!

the thumbs are now happy, taking pride

they now have grasped

the meaning of their existence

they now have understood

the thumbs theory

The Junkyard

for their little left worth

to be sold, for few pennies

Junk, sitting in the Junkyard

a wooden chair with a broken arm

its fabric stinking of some heavy metal

an air conditioner with its compressor broken

the plug on it’s wire missing, at the end

books from the past, their paper turned yellow

with many missing pages, their covers all torn

a bike with its handle twisted

tyres deflated, the paddles jammed

broken toys of all sorts and shapes

a little horse, a train and a few barbie dolls

Junk in the Junkyard lying without any life

spider’s net covering some of it

layers of dust covering it all

it may be, of little worth today

or may be, of no worth at all

yet, the Junkyard holding it all so dearly

not wanting to let go any of it

because it has held the junk for so long

the Junkyard NOW

ONLY COMPLETE with the Junk

every Phase was Worth Living

In response to today’s one-word prompt. The magic word ‘Phase’

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pretty face, pink lips

eyes gleeful, manner carefree

soft long hair smelling sweet

daddy’s sweetheart, mama’s doll

a phase so beautiful, she never wanted it to pass

then came a life, thrilling and bubbly

surrounded by friends all day whole night

young at heart, on top of this world

too wondrous a phase, desirous to be held

progressed to another phase of wisdom

a lover, a wife, she became a mother

followed the lessons of pain, love and affection

she became giving, she was responsible

this surely was a phase worth experiencing

made her turn into a woman from a girl

now, she was old, a grandmother to little kids

telling many stories all day

answering hundred innocent questions

how she enjoyed every bit of it

they giggled and laughed for no reasons at all

made her memorize her…

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Thumbs Theory

In response to the daily prompt.. The Magic word PURPOSE

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thumbs on the hands

sad, left out to wonder

forming a group, the fingers unite

why have the thumbs been set aside

pretty rings, are all for fingers

beautiful and long

they sway to form many gestures

desirable to be touched by the lovers

they work to brush the soft pink lips

caress a loving face, hold it to kiss

in the meanwhile

the short and the cornered thumbs

sitting to rest, feeling too dumb

they are yet to realize their worth

do they know their part is to inspire

for thumbs up is the gesture we all aspire

going up of them bring a million smiles

fill life with laughter,

make spirits to touch the skies

well! well!

the thumbs are now happy, taking pride

they now have grasped

the PURPOSE of their existence

they now have understood

the thumbs theory

my Writings – my Life

illusions, imaginations provocative, silly sometimes my writings they are musings of a broken heart painfully beautiful evolved from relations from a daughter, from a mother a lover’s fascina…

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will You? my Love!

ever, if I fail to walk my pace is slow to match yours enlighten me my love will you wait for me ever, if I fail to see the beauty hidden in this life of ours through your eyes my love will you let…

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Father, dear Father

father, dear father when you touched me for the first time my eyes were closed, yet i could see your tears of joy father, dear father when you held me against your chest i knew i belonged to you fa…

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Curious of Nature

wind, now soothing against my face

and then harsh against my skin

flowers, now blooming inviting honey bees

and then leaving life, petals dried & dull

the soil, fertile, rich now

and then dry, bringing a drought

butterflies, now sleeping in cocoons

and then flapping those wings in a hurry

mountains, wearing the white sheet of snow

and then naked, letting the rivers to flow

trees, standing in silence patiently

and then swaying to the ruthlessness of the storm

rain, now bringing merriment to lives

and then voilent, turning into floods devastating

waves, bringing passion to the beach

and then showing their rage of tsunami

I wonder, so Curious I am

of the two faces of the mother nature

someone help me understand

be kind to feed my inquisitiveness

which is real and what’s pretending to be real

is it Life – the ultimate truth of our existence

is it Death…

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that moment

that moment

the way he looked into her eyes

i knew he made his choice

to choose her over me

that moment

when he let me loose

i knew he will hold her close

he was going to set me free

that moment

in all those moments to come

i saw them dancing

laughing together

and i silently whispered

to my wounded heart

to forgive him

to stop bleeding

tomorrow never comes

today i decide to bring a smile to you

today i decide to fill excitement in you

today i decide to inspire you a little

shall i tell a story, or ask you a riddle

today i decide to read what you write

let’s go to the rooftop, shall we fly a kite

come a little closer, let’s kiss each other

let’s sit together chat for a little while

aren’t we missing each other

aren’t we loosing time

shall we do it all today, not wait for tomorrow

for i have seen, i have learnt

sometimes leaving us puzzled

tomorrow never comes

what you’ve done to Me

i wonder why

i feel light like a feather

i feel the light in my heart

don’t need a reason to smile

i am beautiful from the inside

i glow like shining gold

i shimmer like a gleaming diamond

the scent of my body fragrant without any flowers

my eyes shine with zeal

don’t need any wings to fly

i am no more what i were

o dear is this your love

what you’ve done to me

Child is the King

hungry for power, seeking fame

everywhere with everyone

isn’t it the same game

those who got plenty, get to learn

the secret, to our existence

and hence, they begin their search

to happiness, to contentment

to learn and to relish

the simple joys of life

in the end

they all begin to realize

the one who has it all

inside us, hiding, sleeping

as we shake ourselves

to wake her up

it is the child in us who holds the key

to happiness within & around to see

it is she who holds the power eternal

none of the presidents, no politicians

not you, not me

it is only the child

who is the King

Curious of Nature

wind, now soothing against my face

and then harsh against my skin

flowers, now blooming inviting honey bees

and then leaving life, petals dried & dull

the soil, fertile, rich now

and then dry, bringing a drought

butterflies, now sleeping in cocoons

and then flapping those wings in a hurry

mountains, wearing the white sheet of snow

and then naked, letting the rivers to flow

trees, standing in silence patiently

and then swaying to the ruthlessness of the storm

rain, now bringing merriment to lives

and then voilent, turning into floods devastating

waves, bringing passion to the beach

and then showing their rage of tsunami

I wonder, so Curious I am

of the two faces of the mother nature

someone help me understand

be kind to feed my inquisitiveness

which is real and what’s pretending to be real

is it Life – the ultimate truth of our existence

is it Death – that holds the key

Nikhil (in response to your prompt to write on ‘Nature’)

Robert C Day (in response to your prompt to write on ‘Curious’)

I get to Live my Dream

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/fairytale/

In response to the Daily prompt… the magic word ‘Dream’

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as I take the flight of imagination

million musings with bright colors

sway loose, dance in my mind

making rainbow of beautiful poems

containing all possible emotions

as they put me to work

I hold a quill, fuel it with ink

ready with the paper of my heart

to be carved with gold

each time I decorate it with words glorious

I get to live my dream

I get to live, my dream of writing

forever Reckless

often these eyes have shed many tears careless heart is the culprit vulnerable yet stubborn it refuses any discussions snatches the permit from brain to take any decisions charming yet silly this h…

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i am a Yum Mum

Yum!! I am a Yum Mum my children taste my flavor I am sweet and extra sweet sometimes like chocolate pastries and candies sugar drips off my words as my children dive into the sweetness out of my m…

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Poor seem Rich to me

the poor is not poor anymore he has aspirations rich he looks up to the sky everyday he thanks God for what little he has the poor is not really poor his children now go to school shining eyes fill…

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the Scars

in a calm serene night the wind decided not to progress trees stood in silence welcoming the Moon gleaming silver rays traveled their way to bathe the angels nourishing them with purity water in th…

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we write a Saga Sensual

In response to the Daily prompt… the magic word ‘Saga ——————————- its not only the moon and the stars not only the sun and it…

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was it too much to ask

tell me

was it too much to ask

if I asked for just a little smile

a spark of just a little happiness in my eyes

you knew my journey till now was exhausting

you knew I was desperate for some rest

you knew enough tears I had shed

you knew your love would have strengthen me

you knew I loved you, gave my life to you

how could you be so heartless to desert me

how could you just let me die every moment

O my dear, tell me where did I fail, how did I fail

after all that I genuinely did to save our relationship

tell me my dearest

was it too much to ask

together, we were never to sing

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/sing/

In response to the Daily prompt… the magic word ‘sing’

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a song I meant to sing

I needed him to sing along

shyly indicated my intentions to him

we waited for the music to assist

we waited and kept waiting

were we deaf not to listen to the tune

screaming over and over to us both

assuring the possibility of the impossible

we were not meant to be what we thought

together, we couldn’t write a song

together, we were never to sing

Sea Shore

sea shore o sea shore

how you welcome the waves

to make love to you a thousand times

yet to leave you again

sea shore o sea shore

how you offer your calm to someone

to live their loneliness

at the sunset, as they walk on your wet sand

sea shore o sea shore

how you beautify the setting sun

let it glow its soft rays on you

and then to leave you to the dark

sea shore o sea shore

how you mingle with the moon

to consume your serenity

to play the music of the night

then to hand you over to the dawn

sea shore o sea shore

how you enjoy being so giving

and never asking for nothing

sea shore or sea shore

please give me learning to the magic of life

i am a Yum Mum

Yum!! I am a Yum Mum

my children taste my flavor

I am sweet and extra sweet sometimes

like chocolate pastries and candies

sugar drips off my words

as my children dive into the sweetness

out of my many tastes

sour is sometimes prominent

like a grape or a sour candy

my children squeeze tight their eyes

make faces to this taste

I accept I am bitter at times

true, I don’t relish it myself

my children agree to that too

I taste like berries, I taste like gum

sometimes I am a pizza, which is real fun

each taste, every flavor

my children relish, they live it with me

for they tell me every night before bed

how they are in love with me

tasty I am to them

Sure ! I am a Mum… A Yum Mum

my dimly lit room

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walking in the 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

Painting on the wall

painting on the wall looks so to me i am naive, not to understand the state of mind of the man holding the brush, surrounded by colors does he belong to the city he painted or he longs for it, for …

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the Prostitute

still a child she was, no more than eight or nine eyes filled with dreams, with an urge to fly meagre means, harsh life still, there was comfort of parents around there came a day that brought the …

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my dear Photographer friends

my dear photographer friends

sometimes, i am a little jealous of you

i am jealous of you in a positive way

i am rather intrigued

for you have the secret to eternity

you possess the art to capture life

to capture moments, so fascinating

you pleasure millions of eyes, and hearts

you write music with your singing pictures

many lessons your art work reveals

with each click comes that beautiful sound

i live and relive your clicks

every time, i am presented with the result

so bravo, my dear photographer fellows

keep bringing the world to me

i know i am a bit jealous of you

but i am jealous in a positive way

Love

the empty vase

emptiness of the vase

filled by the light

with the green lamp

lit by its side

the spring is gone

there are no more flowers

the vase waited to be loved

why are there so many days in a year

long enough to keep the spring away

somehow, doesn’t matter much

they both have concluded to be together

have fallen in love

the lamp lit

the vase without flowers

the Prostitute

still a child she was, no more than eight or nine

eyes filled with dreams, with an urge to fly

meagre means, harsh life

still, there was comfort of parents around

there came a day that brought the storm

separated by her parents, into the hands of human traffickers

a nightmare, she was to see with her open eyes

forced into the trade of sex for the rest of her life

now the world knows that child as a prostitute

a prostitute to serve many monsters a day

one after the other they assaulted her will

with no shame to cause her excruciating pain

slowly her tears had started to dry

she had to be bold, learned not to cry

she yearned for a family and a husband every moment

knowing all her wishes were in vain

she bore a child at the age of 16

still at work with…

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a tiny drop of positivity

a tiny little drop of positivity

showered on my soul

like it was the ice melting on that mountain

the water falling endlessly

leaving me out of breath, dripping with nobility

scrubbing my heart off the unholy

did i ever imagine such influence

dominating me to my superior self

entrusting me to dispose the venom in me

leaving me speechless for the power it contains

leading me to divinity

just a tiny drop of positivity

that mountain

wanna be

like a mountain
that takes pride to stand tall

be it lava or snow
it can take every blow

gives birth to the rivers
making life to flow

fresh, real, untouched
a home for the nature to glow

can I be like that mountain ever
the way its strong
the way its giving
the way its pure

sexual abuse = terrorism? yes! because the haunting never ends

Can we term Sexual abuse as terrorism? My vote goes to say YES!! You want to ask why?? Because it has the capacity to terrorize the victim, fill them with grief and puts them into a state of mind w…

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the Executioner

the Executioner at work his first day of the horrendous job from now on he is to be paid for doing what’s considered a crime for the rest to do a long queue of criminals had been set waiting …

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Gender equality? Who am i fooling!!

Yes, I fool myself. Many times. You know when? Every time, I tell myself women are equal to men. Equal rights, no salary discrimination, same education blah blah !! Who am I fooling? Am I not that …

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the blend of life

life is merriment, to take us high an inspiration, to make us climb it is an achievement, must we celebrate a few of our failures, must we dare its about relationships, must we hold close its about…

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shall I ?

shall i urge you to support me a little shall i ask you to come celebrate life with me shall i aspire you to be beaming like the sun shall i inspire you to leave the negative behind shall i answer …

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if its worth Reading – it was worth to Write

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 eno…

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shall I ?

shall i urge you to support me a little

shall i ask you to come celebrate life with me

shall i aspire you to be beaming like the sun

shall i inspire you to leave the negative behind

shall i answer your questions if you may have any

shall i gently force you to smile a little

shall i make you forget all of your fears

shall i honor you today for your unmatched courage

shall i praise your serenity that fails the moon

shall i encourage you to climb no matter how high is the mountain

shall i ask you today for one more thing my dear

in the name of humanity

allow me to do all that I can, for you!

prompt mySestina.. will you?

Hey there! A Special hello to all of you.

I have come up with an interesting idea and would request and appreciate your little contribution.

Please prompt me with a theme/subject to write a poem on. I shall try my best to dig deep into my thoughts and apply my limited knowledge to come up with my best on the theme suggested by you.

It will be my dedication to you!

So, will you help me a little here!!

mySestina

for 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 b…

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i woke up with wings

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 tr…

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the blend of life

life is merriment, to take us high

an inspiration, to make us climb

it is an achievement, must we celebrate

a few of our failures, must we dare

its about relationships, must we hold close

its about mother nature, so we consume

it is the love, we relish we nurture

it is about our children, our future

its that beauty, in the eyes of the beholder

it is the fear, must we smoulder

its about pain, must we bear

its about tears, bound to be shed

isn’t it pretty, a blend of smooth and rough

like a concert with vintage music

composed by the supreme

must we play, must we sing

i am in love

my heart a little drunk
soul flying high
with no reason I smile
guess I’m in love

pretty as you are
my words fail to admire
for if I do the way proper
you will learn

with you

I’m in love

tears

Yes, I cry, sometimes I do
it sure doesn’t make me weak
yes I cry, from happiness too
sometimes I need a break
these tears
give me the power to flush
my sorrows, hatred & pain
I forgive, forget, gather courage
start to walk my path again

celebrate love

walk ahead of me
I shall follow
walk by my side
I’ll hold your hand
walk behind me
& I shall turn
to look into your eyes
consume your love
embosom you
till eternity
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the blend of life

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kittens..

slurp slurp slurrrrp

the kittens having a feast

mommy sitting at a distance

proud to watch the little ones

how intelligently

she raised them

how quickly they have learnt

the tricks

to be on their own

to be ready for this world

oh kittens!!

mySestina wonderland

my little salt little pepper like heart beating for broccoli and spring onions peri peri sauce for a tinge of excitement i need some wine i need a vacation o dear chicken of imagination bring me a …

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Journey of we Bloggers

Yeyllow! What’s up! I decide to write a Prequel to Motto of We Bloggers. The journey for we bloggers with each post that we write. First thing, you know what? An idea to grab my attention. I …

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little language problemo

the phone ringing

a voice on the other end : “ola”

the agent : “ma’am good morning, am i speaking to “Maria Luis”

the voice on the other end : “si.. si”

the agent : “ma’am, i’m calling from the credit card company.. your bill due of $125.

the voice on the other : long pause

the agent : “ma’am, you there?”

the voice on the other end : “no e n g l a i s h”

the agent : “hello, ma’am, your bill is due”

and the line went dead

devil’s secret

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 ha…

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my dimly lit room

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the Executioner

the Executioner at work his first day of the horrendous job from now on he is to be paid for doing what’s considered a crime for the rest to do a long queue of criminals had been set waiting …

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Chemistry of We Bloggers

Yeylow Bloggers!! Guess what I am here with today! A sequel to the Journey of We Bloggers & Motto of We Bloggers. Today, let’s conclude with the Chemistry of We Bloggers! As the name su…

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oh dreams & the other state of us

ambiguous lives, lived by the living in twin states of being awake or dreaming overwhelming yet secretive intrigues us souls to discover the relevance the genuineness or the forgery of both the wor…

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tears

the Executioner

the Executioner at work his first day of the horrendous job from now on he is to be paid for doing what’s considered a crime for the rest to do a long queue of criminals had been set waiting …

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Mrs. Sprout

Today I want to talk about Mrs. Sprout. A lady from our neighborhood. I have known her since my childhood days.

I never got a chance to learn her first name. She has spent all her life thinking about herself. She was never a kind person and ended up hurting a lot of people with her cruel words. She was always under the wrong impression that she had a pretty face and all her life she cried over petty things. She never sympathized with anyone and have always blabbered her fake richness. A soul full of greed. She has always been cunning and has tried her tricks in many ways to hurt others. And on top of it all she is one lazy ass on earth.

In spite of all the above sad qualities, she has the heart to expect sympathy from people. I wonder why and how could she want to be sympathized or rather be pitied at. I guess it gives her pleasure when people pity her. Only people with low self esteem could enjoy such a thing.

Her personality and nature has made her own children dislike her. But, it doesn’t really matter to her because she does not have the ability to realize how hurtful she has been to even her own children, or may be she understands it but simply chose to ignore.

Me, mine, myself – explains her very well.

She died today, alone in her house. No one was around her, not even he children.

Game of Greed

lives fragmentary, broken chasing greed, thriving for more possessions irrelevant competing to possess more.. more naive to perceive, foolish to register the merriment to be relished hidden in tiny…

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Hope

whispers of HOPE covered the sky falling on earth like soft snow flakes giving a dazzling sight for the eyes to behold spreading positivity for the hearts to hold the nights not darker not longer n…

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Congratulations! Your blog is growing!

Hey Guys!!

In continuation to the earlier post Motto of We Bloggers, this was something that I needed to share. Another wonderful and challenging experience of a blogger’s life. This is an everyday affair. A journey that most of us start everyday.

We sit in a train of thoughts and try to live through our journey. Many stations need to be crossed before the train stops finally at our destination. We keep thinking and writing and keep publishing our posts!

Do we know the best part yet! No? Well, we see our blog growing. Yay!! No matter what, slow or fast, the train of our thoughts leads us to our station. The number of views, the number of likes and followers have to grow with time.

For some, the train is slow and for some its a fast one, but we must keep writing. Remember, writing encourages us to be…

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Her Insecurities

morning, was bright & shining
with life all around
there were birds singing
as I touched my feet to the ground

give me a hug my princess
dad caressed my forehead
come, have your breakfast sweety
said mom with milk & bread
this world really was a perfect place
until, I stepped out of the gate

walking my way to college
they started to follow
lewd notes on my frame
made my spirit hollow

there was a push & hit
didn’t know what to think
ran as hard as i could
it was torn – my hood

my world became horrid & bent
i pinched myself to check
if it was a nightmare
or was i even breathing

i die a thousand deaths
to see that I am not safe
why for me in the whole world
my home is the only place

the Executioner

the Executioner at work

his first day of the horrendous job

from now on he is to be paid for doing

what’s considered a crime for the rest to do

a long queue of criminals had been set

waiting in horror, to be hung by their necks

the rage in their eyes for him was obvious

for he was to pull the lever for no enmity with them

his legs trembled to the command of the king

to go ahead and mask them all

for it was going to be an unpleasant sight

of tongues hanging loose and eyes popped out

he gathered courage to perform his first

ready to pull the iron lever with a little rust

in a flick of a second a body lost the ground under its feet

before it’s spirit made its way towards the sky

the executioner could feel it brushing his body

leaving him…

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my dear paper dictionary

my dear paper dictionary

will you forgive me please

for i don’t hold you anymore

i dumped you in that old box

sealed, kept somewhere in my garage

there were days, when i couldn’t do without you

i would open and search through you a hundred times

on days when i wrote essays in my school

would you forgive me for i am selfish now

lazy to flip through your many pages

i now depend on the latest means

today, i have the urge to open the sealed box

in which i dumped you with my own hands

today, i have the craving to hold you again

i promise to keep you safe in my bag

promise to carry you along everywhere

forgive me my dear paper dictionary

i shall dump you NEVER again

when no one believed in me – I did

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 surviv…

Source: when no one believed in me – I did

the Executioner

the Executioner at work

his first day of the horrendous job

from now on he is to be paid for doing

what’s considered a crime for the rest to do

a long queue of criminals had been set

waiting in horror, to be hung by their necks

the rage in their eyes for him was obvious

for he was to pull the lever for no enmity with them

his legs trembled to the command of the king

to go ahead and mask them all

for it was going to be an unpleasant sight

of tongues hanging loose and eyes popped out

he gathered courage to perform his first

ready to pull the iron lever with a little rust

in a flick of a second a body lost the ground under its feet

before it’s spirit made its way towards the sky

the executioner could feel it brushing his body

leaving him frozen, haunted

as if it were to come back for Revenge

horrified, the executioner wanted to escape

not wanting to perform this job again

sadly, he was not presented with a choice

he kept still, remained professionally silent

not allowing his eyes to wear any emotion

he waited for the next body to be in place

& he was ready to pull the rusted lever yet again

Don’t cry like GIRLS

Don’t cry like GIRLS!

Often boys are told this. Just one sentence that has such a heavy and dark meaning to it. Are we are telling our boys that girls are weak? Are we telling are girls that they are not strong enough?

This is such a sexist statement, that girls and boys often grow up listening to. Aren’t we not preparing our generations to become what we ourselves criticize. Telling the boys that they can man handle the girls when they want to. Assuring the girls that they always need someone to protect them.

We don’t realize but many things that we put into the minds of our children leads to changes in the society. It’s all on us how to raise them. Whether we want to nurture them with good practices or we want to lead them to a weak and filthy future.

Somewhere deep down, when we give…

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say a little Prayer today

say a little prayer today

say a few special words to the almighty

close your eyes, join your hands

connect yourself with the unseen

the power of someone guarding us

healing wounds of all kinds

God is a little shy to show himself

has chosen to be hid from all eyes

yet he made sure not to miss

someone somewhere saying a prayer

so let’s just take out a moment of peace

away from this world of fantasies

make time a little worthy to be spent

let’s just all of us

say a little prayer today

dancing drops of RAIN

falling from the heaven, as if

slipping away from the hands of the almighty

glorifying gravity, speeding to kiss the sand

fragmented, scattered

swaying in directions to the command of the wind

lessening in size with passing seconds

clashing with all that comes in way

making life to drip, glow the greener way

ever wondered such power such passion behind

engaged in making music of their own kind

with the tune of the clash of the clouds

these dancing drops of RAIN

Love – the 6th sense – a mystery

it is the sixth sense

makes us sense the joy unseen

makes us listen to the music never played

makes us smell the fragrance without flowers

oh this love

it is a mystery

it makes us happy, it makes us cry

it makes us strong, sometimes fragile

makes us sing, and to fall silent sometimes

oh this love

completes us, makes us empty

breaks us, gathers us

its magic, its tragic

oh this love

how versatile is this love

when music was born

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 fin…

Source: when music was born

our unfailing guardians

mother earth following the circles arms wrapped around her children singing lullaby soothing putting them to sleep, to the land of dreams father sun performing his role waking up the children, givi…

Source: our unfailing guardians

dancing drops of RAIN

falling from the heaven, as if

slipping away from the hands of the almighty

glorifying gravity, speeding to kiss the sand

fragmented, scattered

swaying in directions to the command of the wind

lessening in size with passing seconds

clashing with all that comes in way

making life to drip, glow the greener way

ever wondered such power such passion behind

engaged in making music of their own kind

with the tune of the clash of the clouds

these dancing drops of RAIN

time

time discovers its way, demonstrates its worth demanding respect from the human race it had made the emperors rule let happen the killings for thrones held the power to create history holding the r…

Source: time

Painting on the wall

Source: Painting on the wall

the scars

Source: the scars

when you became mine

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 bi…

Source: when you became mine

my dimly lit room

I sat in my room, dimly lit
scent of rich mahogany in all corners
covering the walls and the ceiling paneled
books of literature assembled neatly
untouched on heavy wooden shelves
that chair rocked occasionally
fueled by some air from under the door planks
on the table a little high on the side
sat the gold brown rotary phone
seldom it rang with a few heavy rings
on the hand carved rich wooden consoles
the caretaker had kept a bouquet of flowers
their fragrance mingling well with the polish on my table
I take a deep breath to live its flavor
I put the gramophone to work to play a sensuous tune
in a fine glass, poured me a double of my English whisky
sipped slowly the flavor that burnt my throat
a ritual that I follow every evening
for I am deeply in love with the luxurious richness
of…

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oh dreams & the other state of us

ambiguous lives, lived by the living

in twin states of being awake or dreaming

overwhelming yet secretive

intrigues us souls to discover the relevance

the genuineness or the forgery

of both the worlds we spend our breaths in

are we real with these eyelids shut

or the color with our eyes open, is faithful

a mystery to remain so, never to be revealed

oh dreams and the other state of us

the snail

the snail walking its pace

innocent of the world racing around

its manner presenting tranquility

a spirit so calm and quiet

the snail walking its pace

books..

luxuriously, elegantly

relaxing on levels patiently

waiting to swallow

the innocence of those

determined to come close

to touch, to hold

the wisdom treasured

on papers sewn together

in ink of all colors

Survivor I Am

I fell, I rose
the doors on my way
few open, few close
I was cold, sometimes I was warm
yet merciless struggle
could do my will no harm
looked back a few times
looked forward and climbed
the journey of my life
has taken, has given
it has challenged me
it has driven
success and failure
could neither charm ME
nor could they ever block
SURVIVOR I am, I never stopped
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face behind a face

last night in bed i was told a tale of an Angel by heart & a Demon angel faced both looked beautiful like a new born child the tale progressed, unfolding what they had to hide their pink soft l…

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we have no song

together we couldn’t write a song

failed to make memories to last for long

as his emotions failed him

my words failed me at the same time

henceforth

shall we part

for there’s no music for us

we have no song

to us

it doesn’t belong

calling for loneliness – come, see me..

in a jungle deep and dense

by the bank of an overflowing river

under the tree with thousand shadows

surrounded by disturbingly noiseless woods

lost in my own emptiness

i call for my lonliness, to come, see me

for they shall never be able to find us here

here we shall both rest in peace

Game of Greed

Source: Game of Greed

the cobbler

he sits by the roadside everyday

with his tools placed on a cloth in front

a few shoe soles hung on a board behind him

sewing a broken shoe or polishing another

he is the one who mends people’s shoes

struggles for some shade on a summer noon

barely makes enough for his family to eat dinner

his children never ask him for a gift

for they don’t want to break their father’s heart

they greet him well when he returns back home

they respect his courage to touch everyone’s shoes

the cobbler then sits with his family

all of them relish a few dried pieces of bread