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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Day: May 19, 2016
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…
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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…
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
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…
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…
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