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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 …
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should he, should he not tell them
should today be the day of announcement
although it pained to think, why he had to
why couldn’t they just think it’s fine
society keeps blabbering their open mind
still they make him feel he is different
why is he scared of their reaction
honestly, why does he even need to care
why does he need to gather courage
to tell them He is Gay
and then he makes his decision
he is going to celebrate his individuality and his choices
no one has the right to take it away from him
for he is proud of who he is
he is no more shy or scared
to tell them He is Gay
Its for all the followers who have made mySestina special!
It’s for all the fellow bloggers who took out time to READ and to PRAISE!
It’s for You and it’s for US!
It’s never for mySestina alone!!
A huge thanks to all my friends from the blogging world!!
glorious city with colorful lights
glittering with gold, with best lifestyle
fancy people belong here
they all wear hats and long coats
their shoes polished shining
their language articulate
men always walk with pride
their ladies always glowing and bright
each one of them own a house big and plush
inside they sit and relax
while they sip their english tea in expensive cups
someone not so polished sweats
this someone not so polished, is the servant who does’t sleep
the one who cooks for a family of 20, for him there’s nothing to eat
he doesn’t wear shoes of any kind, nor does he speak good language
always he walks behind the master carrying his master’s luggage
his children have never seen a school, neither have they seen a playground
for they are forced to follow the footsteps of their father
they never step out of the servant’s quarter
generations to come shall follow the tradition
children of masters to remain masters
to rule the children of the servants
slowly, the glittery glorious city, birthing a city
that’s dull, full of pain
hold me close so i melt in your arms
hold me close so i breathe your scent
hold me close so there’s no air between us
hold me close so i let loose my worries
hold me close so i sleep in peace
hold me close so i hear your heart beat
hold me close so you could hear mine
hold me close so i could kiss you anytime
hold me close so i make your soul mine
hold me close for when you do
you make me pure…. you make me pure
my dear tiny SPARROW
i miss your chirping in the mornings
all my childhood, you woke me
before the sun could announce the day
the nest you made many times
in a hole on the wall of my house
i climbed on the back of a few kids
to watch your tiny eggs laid
my heart breaks to learn you are extinct
for the sharp rays of the mobile towers
guilt contains my heart to comprehend
your presence will never be
relished by my children
your musical chirping will never
wake them up in the mornings
for them, remains only
the hollow power of the mobile towers
and not a tiny beautiful you
i repent to have killed you
o my dear SPARROW.. i miss you
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 know what I am going to write about today. Oh man, I guess this is going to be simply amazing.
Does this go through your mind as well? Well, with me it does. And now presenting the next step, which is – Writing. Now! that comes with a lot of imagination. Sometimes, we take a long time to write a post and sometimes less. Depends really on our mood and the availability of time. Sometimes, we just write what we are feeling in that particular moment and that comes out really well mostly! Maybe because, those are the true emotions of the moment.
Already!! Let’s move ahead. The writing part is done. Now what? Well, give it an appearance. Open Mr. Google and look for a perfect picture for your post. This one is OK, I guess, O no wait! I guess this is better or will this be more interesting?!.. and till the time we find the best picture to match with our post, we keep troubling Google Uncle.
Alright, now i have found the picture as well. What do i do now? Hmmm, let me fill in the categories and a few tags for the post. This was easy.. I am done with that too… now do I hit the publish tab?
O no wait! let me proof read the post. Let me check for any changes or any sort of grammatical errors, spell checks. Is the language looking right? Guess, all is in place. Now, can i publish it? Should I? Hmm, guess, I will go and hit the publish tab.
There, I hit the PUBLISH tab…
The after story has already been presented to you.. check out Motto of We Bloggers if you haven’t yet!!
This is an every time journey for all we bloggers with each post that we write. But the best part is that we never get tired of it. In fact, we love it, we live every moment of it.
Hope you all can relate to the experience. Please drop your suggestions for any additions to make this experience even more interesting.
Cheers to Blogging!! Cheers to Bloggers!!
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 grew inside each day every moment
one after the other all the senses came to life
inside her womb, the baby started to hear
she even cried at times she smiled
kicked a few goals sucked on her thumb
nine months advanced, it was time for the finale
anxiety & excitement both filled the woman
for the pain so intense, unable to bear
her muscles stretched and loosened with each contraction
o heaven!! come out fast, she told the baby
hours of pushing and screaming and heavy breathing
finally, she could hear her first cry
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masculine fragrance of his body
freshness after a shower
that sort of Christian Grey
with his fifty shades
seductive smile on his lips
playfulness in his eyes
he looked at her deeply
made her sip her wine
his tongue tasting her earlobes
she moaned shyly with pleasure
whispering to herself
she was dreaming in heaven
pleasured by her man, longing
for this dream, to last forver