chemistry with GOD

chemistry with GOD

mySestina

we go to him

or he comes to us… doesn’t matter

we just need to feel the presence

of each other

we see him with our eyes

or we don’t… doesn’t matter

must we be sure, he looks upon us

we follow him

or we just stop… doesn’t matter

he’s always somewhere inside us

we whisper to him

or we just pray in our hearts… doesn’t matter

he never fails to understand us

jolly or it’s another rough day… doesn’t matter

must we feel blessed

by Dear God till eternity

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goodbye

goodbye

mySestina

it was getting burdensome for him

i felt him running away from me

it was tough, i was anxious, in pain

ignored, my messages not being responded

excuses and lies, everyday i faced

and then he simplified things that day

he said goodbye

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‘O honey, I’m having a beer’

‘O honey, I’m having a beer’

mySestina

I am going to relax a little, i sink into the couch

filled my favorite glass with beer lazily

I am about to sip the fizzy froth

my wife – she called, please help me with the dishes

I said ‘O honey, I’m having a beer’

turn down the music a little, she said

‘O honey, I’m having a beer’

daddy, daddy, can we go for a movie, said my son

‘O munchkin, I’m having a beer’

your mom is on the phone for you, called my daughter

‘O dear, I’m having a beer’

hey man come wanna go for a walk? called my neighbour

‘Enough, I’m having a beer’

I am home today after a long week of work

it’s my day off, please give it to me

I’m so happy having a beer

please let me have a beer – my way

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Game of Greed

Game of Greed

mySestina

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 little things

goals as soon as achieved, newer set

no hours assigned to celebrate achievements

lives fragmentary becoming now hollow

beauty lost in the game of greed

leading lives to nothingness

making them empty

lives lifeless ultimately

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Chemistry of We Bloggers

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gone forever

gone forever

mySestina

i am certain

they shall miss me

when i am gone forever

what pains me is

they never valued me alive

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a different kind of smile

a different kind of smile

mySestina

a smile

a smile that came on my lips

a smile that stayed for a little long

a smile that refused to leave me at all

a smile that became my habit

a smile that even people got used to

a smile that was for no reason

a smile that will only go when I die

it is a smile that’s fake

its is a smile to hide my pain

it is a smile that has become my friend

it is a smile that has promised

not to leave me till the end

seems to me it is

a different kind of a smile

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devil’s secret

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 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

along came with fame…

along came with fame…

mySestina

with fame, along came much more

the glitter of pennies, a thousand followers

a house so big, tough to discover its boundaries

fancy outings, finest wine in those barrels

sexy feminine long dresses with flairs

such heavenly bags and shoes with all heels

this life i thought was worth living

didn’t i crave for it all the time

yet another dark reality that was realized

with fame, came such deep pain

it brought lonliness along with the crowd

it was killing sometimes, the applause

the glorious glory, was it worth my character?

only when i have it now, i am desperate

to be a common girl whom no one recognizes

a girl sipping her coffee in the coffee shop and no one stares

guess now i need a time machine

someone help me, i wanna travel back in time

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time and territory

time and territory

mySestina

the place and time brought much for them

for him, and for the other him

while both debated for their rights

one longed for the throne

and the other for some peace

the soil that nourished the peace seeker

eroded, got collected in the hands of terror

where no one was considered a human

while choosing to go out of the boundary walls of his home

he wasn’t sure to be back breathing

out in the streets there were masked faced men

sadly for nothing, anyone could shoot him

abandon him of his worthless life

the horror made him desperate, to stand and demand

a little peace in the lives of everyone

his struggle is not known to the man

the one who is fighting for the throne

two men, two stories of struggle

yet one of them sounds like some luxury to me

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Chemistry of We Bloggers

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 suggests, this post is completely dedicated to all the fellow bloggers around.

The journey of writing a post, publishing it and achieving attention are very important aspects of our blogging lives. Now, comes the best and the most important part. It is building chemistry amongst fellow bloggers. All of us have followers and friends and it’s amazing how we share a relationship with them.

This is no ordinary thing. It is rather an achievement to be able to build a chemistry with people we have never seen, never met, people who are not known to us, we don’t even know each other’s names mostly, yet how we connect with each other making no mistakes.

We have the power to make each other smile, bring happiness to each other with our support. Isn’t it wonderful? To me, it most certainly is! How we click with each other, how we just understand each other’s writings and photographs, how it soothes us and brings us peace. I have made many relationships here and they must be smiling while reading this, because they understand that I am referring to them. The same way you could relate to your group of followers and bloggers.

We are simply nothing without each other. It is our unity, our chemistry that makes us special. A single fish can never survive in an ocean. It has to build a family. Stay with other fish, support them and be a part of the group.

So guys, hats off to our Chemistry. I am so proud of all my fellow bloggers and I truly appreciate their effort and time to make all of us survive and thrive for the best.

In the name of our combined efforts – Cheers to the Chemistry of We Bloggers!

 

Yippeyyyyy!!!

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Your Majesty – Burj Khalifa

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

Journey of we Bloggers

Journey of we Bloggers

mySestina

Yeyllow! What’s up!

I decide to write a Prequel to Motto of We BloggersThe 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…

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o my loneliness – come to me!

o my loneliness – come to me!

mySestina

o my loneliness

come to me

i shall caress

i shall hold

will never let you

be lonely

anymore

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

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purple rose

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Live your Life

Live your Life

mySestina

close your eyes
cross those fingers
pray in silence
dream your dreams
follow  instinct
grab some luck
leave behind the evil
inhale the fragrance
move those feet
focus  your mind
expand your vision
let the spirit fly high
o come on dear
ignore the ignorance
start afresh
go
live your life
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i woke up with wings

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my dear Photographer friends

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Motto of we Bloggers!!

Ola !! Ola !! To all the bloggers like me who are trying to establish a name, trying to give a sense of surety to give a good read to the readers. Digging deep to find those words to attract people…

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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 …

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to tell them.. He is Gay

to tell them.. He is Gay

mySestina

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

Cheers!

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Its for all the followers who have made mySestina special!

Its for all the followers who have made mySestina special!

Well Well..

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!!

 

a city birthing a city

a city birthing a city

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

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make me pure

make me pure

mySestina

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

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dear tiny SPARROW

dear tiny SPARROW

mySestina

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

knowingly, unknowingly

i repent to have killed you

o my dear SPARROW.. i miss you

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Journey of we Bloggers

Journey of we Bloggers

Yeyllow! What’s up!

I decide to write a Prequel to Motto of We BloggersThe 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!!

 

when u loved me.. when u deceived me

when u loved me.. when u deceived me

mySestina

when you loved me

you reached till this heart of mine

you deceiving me

empowered your reach

to every bit of me

all of me

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from a Woman to a Mother

from a Woman to a Mother

mySestina

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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when he made love to her

when he made love to her

mySestina

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

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i inspire me

i inspire me

mySestina

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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why did they tell me

why did they tell me

mySestina

when they told me i was dying

i was left with just a few months

the illness inside me was growing

the healing cells in my body wouldn’t work

i was not prepared what my ears heard

i wanted to react, yet my face went blank

i drove back home, lied in my bed

my eyes open, i kept looking at the ceiling

i felt a little heaviness in me

i smiled to me ironically on the fact of dying

all of them know, they have to go

its much painful for me

for i know when

guess, am gonna die every moment now on

thinking it’s coming

till the time i die

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my merciless heart

my merciless heart

mySestina

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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child on the street

child on the street

mySestina

the sun said goodbye

on the streets there were lights

few lit up, few flickering, the rest of them dead

it didn’t seem to bother the people passing by

neither did they notice a child

sitting under one lit up street light

lost in studying a book in his hands

a weighing machine sat by his side

through which he meant

to offer the people passing by

come stand on it

check how much they gained

or did they loose a few pounds

in return, drop a coin in the box

lying next to the weighing machine

for the child had used the light on the street to read

but before he goes to sleep later in the night

a little food, he deserves to eat

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the way you belong to me

mySestina

z

it’s exceptional
the way
you belong to me

your touch
I sense
your fragrance
I imbibe
your dreams
I perceive
your tears
I cry

your pleasure
pleasures me

could I ever be
without you
or you without me

yes, it is exceptional
the way
you belong to me

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am i a mother any less?

mySestina

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?

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the TRAIN – a Journey containing Journeys

the TRAIN – a Journey containing Journeys

mySestina

Every morning, I would take this train to work. It has a pretty good service and I don’t have to wait much if I missed one. The train, that takes me to work everyday. It arrives and I step in it. Well, I don’t have to make much of an effort for that, my fellow passenger crowd behind me are enough for the job. They just push me along and set me inside the train.

z

Now, I am in the train! I don’t get to sit as it is too crowded and the seats are already occupied by the ones who make a sincere effort to get one for themselves. I am not really bothered, I am happy standing holding one of those poles inside my coach.

I look around and see many people.

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are Rich truly Rich!

are Rich truly Rich!

mySestina

are they rich for they have wealth

are they rich for they own a lot of land

are they rich for they can buy all the comforts

are they rich for people bow to them

shall we put it the other way

are they truly rich for their money can’t buy them a smile

are they truly rich if they don’t care for the poor

are they truly rich for they spend sleepless nights

expensive mattress can’t buy them tension free sleep

shall we conclude it now

no they are not rich for the peace of mind is not sold anywhere

no they are not rich for they are never satisfied

no they are not rich for they live fake lives

i guess the rich with money are mostly poor

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his choice

his choice

mySestina

saying piercing painful words

making an argument not valid

displeasure filled his eyes

as he woke up to leave

to walk out of the door

leaving her heartbroken

tears running down her cheeks

she was desperate to run behind

catch hold of his hand

not let him walk out of the wooden door

how convinced was her heart

he will never return once gone

for he didn’t believe in a pretty heart

rather

he chose to fall for a pretty face

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growing up in style

growing up in style

mySestina

tik tok – tik tok – tik

the sound that i hear all day

making me realize

my little princess growing

in style

trying all my shoes with heels

one pair after the other

the cupboard remains open

all my bags are out lying

she chooses as per her mood

which one to carry, which color to hold

my lipsticks are all vanishing

her face painted all over

bright colors on her cheeks

make her look only more beautiful

sometimes, i ask her to stop

at times i let her carry on

for the joy on her face

being styled up with all her mommy’s belongings

is something that’s priceless

way beyond the value

of the bags, lipsticks and shoes

every day, each moment i relish

the joy of having a daughter

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regret

regret

mySestina

many times, i told him

i was dying from the inside

every day, each moment of my life

the air between us not enough

to let me breathe

my heart felt suffocated

a million times, his hand i tried to reach

he was there sitting by my side

yet no sign of him till far away

my soul neglected bruised

i decided to wait for a little longer

every time i told me

he shall hold me in a little more while

today, i depart to stay in heaven

he is remained with nothing

but regret

with nothing

but to miss me by his side

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memories in RAIN

memories in RAIN

mySestina

arms spread wide hugging the wind

face up towards the sky as if posing for a picture

drizzling drops caressing their closed eyes

clothes drenched, hair let loose

releasing paper boats in waterlogged

innocent of any trouble, a bunch of kids playing

making memories in RAIN

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tell me.. shall we?

tell me.. shall we?

mySestina

we may achieve or not achieve brilliance

must we keep working towards being better with each try

tell me.. shall we!

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“Just shut the f*** up! will you?”

“Just shut the f*** up! will you?”

Blabber and Blabber!

That’s all some people know to do and they are good at it, Irony!! Have you ever been a victim of some dud dude speaking nonsense, non stop?

If your answer is yes, then I have all my sympathies with you.

I know how it feels because I face it many times. Sometimes, I just can’t find like minded people. People who may talk about something that makes sense to me. I would love to talk about a book that I may have read recently, would love to discuss something of a social concern or for that matter I can even talk about a movie that I watched (something  like “The Pursuit of Happiness”. I suggested a movie name here to give you an idea of my choice of movies. This one is just an example). Masala kind bollywood movies are a complete no no for me. Sorry, I just can’t watch them.

But, I find myself struggling to find like minded people around me. All they have to talk about is some mess that they created, or how they got their nails done, about the kind of makeup they are going to wear for the party, what their husband/wife did to upset them, what’s on the shopping list, blah blah! (No offense to those who think the above way, but it’s just that I am not like them).

Sometimes, I wonder how different are people’s taste and what interests them. I do not want to face the criticism for saying whose taste is better, mine or their’s but I still strongly feel about it. It hurts me to an extent as an individual if I have to forcefully listen to something I just have no interest in. And on many social occasions, I just can’t avoid all these meaningless one sided conversations!

I feel sad while saying this but sometimes I just want to tell them in their face “Just shut the f*** up! will you?”

(I expect this post to receive a little or a lot of criticism)

mysestina experiences!

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Motto of We Bloggers!

Motto of We Bloggers!

Ola !! Ola !!

To all the bloggers like me who are trying to establish a name, trying to give a sense of surety to give a good read to the readers. Digging deep to find those words to attract people!

“You come visit my blog and I promise to give you my best”. Our motto! Some may like what i write, some may not but I still carry on, in search of more of them who gel well with me.

Writing brings pleasure to our souls and at the same time, being heard gives us a sense of contentment, isn’t it?

I wrote something, and someone somewhere READ it, the bonus is they hit the LIKE TAB and here comes the super bonus, they even took out time to write a COMMENT. Wait, it’s not over yet, the jackpot is yet to arrive when they hit the FOLLOW TAB! Well, well.. this is something that gives us pleasure. I accept it. Do you?

It’s a great community where I have seen people extending their support through suggestions and likes. We are all capable of inspiring each other. We are capable of making each other smile. It is an amazing feeling and I am glad I am a part of this Blogging World!

Thanks for reading!!

words…

words…

mySestina

sometimes i wonder

am i reading them or they reading me back

words – as they complete me, fill me

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face behind a face

face behind a face

mySestina

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 lips forever wore smiles

smiles that concealed the truth of their lives

i sat tight in my bed without blinking my eyes

determined to discover the secret behind their smiles

the tale came to an end revealing their intent

where the Angel wore a smile to hide her pain

the Demon wore the same to hide his true face

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their mind in a BOX

mySestina

do my words sound golden to them

or are they even listening to what i say

are they in love, in their own fancy world

or are they pissed with me

they welcome, they reject

wisdom – with their own perceptions

not open to debate

not giving it a deep thought

either they cry or fill their hearts with rage

dealing with their mind in a box

conclusions never made

solutions never reached

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i was the host – my guest was a Ghost

i was the host – my guest was a Ghost

mySestina

an evening it was

i decided to tease my loneliness

so i called for a get together

no one else accepted my invitation

that evening when i was the host

my only guest was a white faced ghost

the ghost was generous to pay me a visit

to sit with me, talk a little bit

we shared a strange congeniality

somehow worried me occassionally

the evening started to graduate to night

white color on his face had started to vanish

i struggled to see through the darkness

trying to feed my anxiety, moved a little closer

my eye refused to believe what they witnessed

left spellbound, not even a word i could utter

towards him as i pointed my finger

weakly i could only murmur

am I seeing ME !

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time

time

mySestina

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 right to shape the future

for centuries, it’s been healing broken hearts

sometimes allowed the trust be breached

let the lust win on occasions

moving ahead polishing the genes

it built the pyramid of knowledge to be treasured

converted soil to glittering gold

immense power held in its folds

TIME – as it shows, as it folds

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no sign of his Angel

no sign of his Angel

mySestina

thrashed in a wrecked car

spluttered blood on the glass

resting head on the broken steering wheel

he laid, his senses came to a rest

wounded to death yet no sign of pain

time was of essence

he knew he was running short

longed for someone’s arrival

to carry him to a warm bed

with lifesavers looking upon him

he forced his spirit to hold on to his body

requested to borrow a few more minutes

yet no sign of the his angel – he closed his eyes

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mySestina wonderland

mySestina wonderland

mySestina

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 plane to my destination

serve me a beach of salads of all kinds

some bread and donuts by the side

i want my knives and forks all clean

cover me with a napkin of peace

lying down all day the sunny side way

to not let time pass too fast

I am holding a clock in my hand

for I want to stay a little longer here

in mySestina wonderland

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ASPIRATIONS

ASPIRATIONS

Let’s Aspire

mySestina

a tale narrated by the history of humankind

where ASPIRATIONS have lead the path unfailingly

ASPIRATIONS inspired to unchain the doors chained

ASPIRATIONS dominated the will to perform

relentlessly, untiringly

must we learn from HISTORY

must we create a FUTURE

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Hope

Hope

mySestina

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 no more

days inspired, like rising  waves on the shore

souls swarmed with zeal to the goal

unstopping, tirelessly ascended the slope

let’s see, let’s hear, let’s smile some HOPE

invincible, supreme, angelic – HOPE

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a letter of Love

a letter of Love

mySestina

A letter of love that i wrote

it was a sunny Sunday afternoon

i lay in bed missing my girlfriend

damn internet was throwing tantrums

since morning, it won’t start up

the few network towers in my village

chose to take a day off

i was determined to scribble how i felt

looked for some ink to fill my pen

to her, i wrote a letter of love

i took all day all evening to finish

yet, it wasn’t really long to read

for i spent good enough time

digging my heart for words

Before i gave the letter to her

i myself read it a million times

through my precious beautiful letter to my love,

i asked her to be mine

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My Blog is my Baby – so we all feel!

My Blog is my Baby – so we all feel!

My Blog is my Baby! That’s how we all feel. Isn’t it!

We are in love with our blogs, it is something we are so close to, dearly in love with. We care for our blogs the way we care for our child. And that’s why we choose to do the following:

  • We nurture it with our thoughtful posts.
  • We want to give it time to grow and learn from others.
  • We want to take our blog to the next level and finally to heights just like we would aspire for our child to grow and be successful.

There is an enormous amount of time, effort and research that’s put to build a blog. It’s true! It requires a lot of patience too. We compromise on our sleep sometimes to think or to write about something close to our hearts. Worked on it sometimes, till our back starts to ache! Changed the sitting position to ease our body a little and still we didn’t stop staring at the screen. That’s the reality!!

Well, the blog too has something in store for us.

In return, it takes care of each one of us. It gives the us the pleasure of speaking our heart, it gives us all an opportunity to make ourselves heard, it gives us the satisfaction of being someone who is not lost, someone recognized, with an identity.

Together, we share the moments of success and low times. We inspire and console each other at the same time. We walk hand in hand.

That’s give and take and it has built a beautiful relationship between our blogs and us. I am sure each one of us would like to say one thing:-

“My blog is powerful and it has made ME so”

Cheers to the Love of Blogging!!

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Congratulations! Your blog is growing!

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 outspoken, it challenges us to keep raising issues that we feel need to be sorted, it keeps the flow of our blood paced with our thoughts penned down so we decide to continue.

We take the train everyday, travel a few miles, reach our stop and finally the numbers tell us these magical lines –

Congratulations!! Your Blog is Growing!!

 

 

when no one believed in me – I did

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my dear paper dictionary

my dear paper dictionary

mySestina

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

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purple rose

purple rose

mySestina

then came the dawn

dreaming bud took a lazy yawn

stretched its arms it felt the dew

it was its moment to bloom

soft rays of the sun served a little glow

petals all announced to unfold

one after the other they all glorified

revealing divinity of a purple rose

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

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

mySestina

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 which requires a lot of effort to come out of. Sexual abuse is been experienced by many children and I don’t think there is a way to find out the numbers, as most of the victims choose not to disclose it.

It is sad that a girl accepts the life where she is challenged everyday with sexual abuse out in the open. On the road – walking, in a bus – travelling, sitting alone in a park and many other places. She starts to think that those idiots have a sad frame of mind and she will have to deal with it and hence, she prepares herself which she must but…

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Motto of we Bloggers!!

Motto of we Bloggers!!

mySestina

Ola !! Ola !!

To all the bloggers like me who are trying to establish a name, trying to give a sense of surety to give a good read to the readers. Digging deep to find those words to attract people!

“You come visit my blog and I promise to give you my best”. Our motto! Some may like what i write, some may not but I still carry on, in search of more of them who gel well with me.

Writing brings pleasure to our souls and at the same time, being heard gives us a sense of contentment, isn’t it?

I wrote something, and someone somewhere READ it, the bonus is they hit the LIKE TAB and here comes the super bonus, they even took out time to write a COMMENT. Wait, it’s not over yet, the jackpot is yet to arrive when they hit the FOLLOW…

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Gender equality? Who am i fooling!!

Gender equality? Who am i fooling!!

mySestina

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 smart to understand! Yes, I am, but not in their eyes. Sigh!!

It all starts at home. For many women in many countries around the world, they shall never get what they deserve. They shall never be treated even close to the kind of treatment men would get.

SHE is a she, so she will only cook,

SHE is a she, so she will only clean,

SHE is a she, she is born to do the laundry,

SHE is a she, so only she will take care of the babies

while her husband will peacefully sit and sip on his coffee

(Coffee that SHE prepared for him) and the list for SHE never…

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Motto of we Bloggers!!

Motto of we Bloggers!!

Ola !! Ola !!

To all the bloggers like me who are trying to establish a name, trying to give a sense of surety to give a good read to the readers. Digging deep to find those words to attract people!

“You come visit my blog and I promise to give you my best”. Our motto! Some may like what i write, some may not but I still carry on, in search of more of them who gel well with me.

Writing brings pleasure to our souls and at the same time, being heard gives us a sense of contentment, isn’t it?

I wrote something, and someone somewhere READ it, the bonus is they hit the LIKE TAB and here comes the super bonus, they even took out time to write a COMMENT. Wait, it’s not over yet, the jackpot is yet to arrive when they hit the FOLLOW TAB! Well, well.. this is something that gives us pleasure. I accept it. Do you?

It’s a great community where I have seen people extending their support through suggestions and likes. We are all capable of inspiring each other. We are capable of making each other smile. It is an amazing feeling and I am glad I am a part of this Blogging World!

Thanks for reading!!

 

serve me pain

serve me pain

mySestina

serve me pain, serve me sorrow

torturing wind as it blows

injects a little immortality in me

nothing you shall gain

for my limits to consume pain

are beyond eternity

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i take pride for u raised me right

i take pride for u raised me right

mySestina

  i take pride as you raised me right
you were tough you were polite
when I searched for the meaning of life
you gave me the vision to a brighter side
when I lost my courage
you pushed me to fight
in your strong yet loving arms
I could always hide
when nights were long & dark
you held  my light
watched my back till I took my flight

everything is just so special tonight
i am crowned, to reach new heights
thank you DAD for being my guide
a poem of emotions for you i recite
i sure do take pride for you raised me right

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Teachings of a Stray Dog

Teachings of a Stray Dog

mySestina

The stray dog who lives on the street outside my house. We call him Bhurelal. Yes, that’s his name.He came here about 4 years back if I remember correctly. Me, both my girls and my husband are very fond of him. He has become very comfortable with us.

I must admit that he has taught me many things and I am sharing one of his teachings today.

Over these past few years, I have been giving him food, but not on a regular basis. There are times, when there is not enough milk or chicken in my refrigerator. I have seen that on any day when I don’t offer him anything, he sits outside the gate and waits patiently and then leaves to find food somewhere else (no barking complaints).

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deafening sound of silence

deafening sound of silence

mySestina

deafening sound of the silence

on the other side of the phone

only to confirm

the departure of laughter

mugs of coffee with chocolate muffins

hand holdings and long walks

kisses in movie theaters

deafening sound of the silence

announcing loudly of the loneliness to follow

only him lying on the bed

her soft body vanishing

escaping his touch, refusing to be caressed

his senses loosing capacity

to hear any kind of music

for he is deafened now

by deafening sound of the silence

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last night together

last night together

mySestina

embraced in his arms

skin to skin, mouth to mouth

she couldn’t whisper

for the kiss was slow and long

he could see through her closed eyes

her sensual imaginations

feel her pulsing heart

moaning in pleasure

unaware of his secret

this time, he thought

must he, give his best

for it was the last night together

tomorrow, he shall leave

to return, never

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my dark side

mySestina

darkside
darkness of the night
lit my mind
made me realize
things about me
there are a few
confessions to be made
there is also
a dark side to me

my dark side has my sadness
my sadness leads to anger
my anger gives a boost
disgust then grows stronger

the pain is too much to handle
when my fears show up
with a need to go beyond the dark
i tell myself to grow up

the brighter side in me then
enlightens my way
i choose to start afresh
with the shining light of the day

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he said

mySestina

z

he said

don’t talk
she never uttered a word

he said

don’t expect
she never asked him a thing

he said

don’t follow
she never took another step

then

he said

don’t love
& she broke
into a million pieces

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my fear – through the path of life

mySestina

z

the path of life
has made me worth
has made me wise
falls were many
scarce was delight
at times it got too much
was just about to give up
in that moment
I gave myself an advice
there’s no fun in failing
so I stood up to fight
my biggest fall ever
made me rise
rise enough
to reach new heights
for there’s one thing
I left behind forever
my fear

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Dogs are Loyal – Cats are Royal

mySestina

cats or dogs

someone once, asked me to choose

well..  the question, was kind of heavy

i spent hours, thinking

couldn’t choose one

as i look at them and praise the beauty

they both hold

to me – both are precious

for

if the dogs are loyal

the cats are royal

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he found love in words

he found love in words

mySestina

when love failed

to find it’s way to him

from the heart of a soul

he dearly cared for

he opened his arms

expanded his horizon

with a pen and some ink

he wrote his heart

he found his love

in words that appeared on paper

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heartbreak

heartbreak

mySestina

just one thing i wanna say

desperate to assure you

i will be waiting right here

in case you change your mind

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would you remain mine

would you remain mine

mySestina

when my heart be relieved of its job

bringing the flow of red fluid to a halt

when the vision in my eyes will fail

pretty picture of your face will not reach my brain

the scent of your body will illuminate me no more

my ears would refuse to hear your gleeful laughs

when i will no more be able to taste your tongue

my sense of touch will not feel your hand on mine

i wonder about the day i shall depart

would you still love me like you do now

would you still remain mine?

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a queen – in dream

a queen – in dream

Truly a Queen

mySestina

i sat on a throne

wearing a crown with pearls and diamonds

they bowed their heads – all of them

one after the other presenting their gifts

addressing me as “my Queen” “my Lady”

waitresses around bringing me wine

holding the length of my glorious gown

i discussed the strategy for the enemy at war

they all listened to me carefully

watching the scene from a distance

stunned, i couldn’t grasp what’s happening

then told myself, maybe i am in heaven

just when i was getting ready to consume this glory

my brother woke me up

from my dream

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i know of a woman

i know of a woman

a tribute to a strong woman – a mother

mySestina

a woman who’s got no fame

that woman with a common name

the one with her hands always full

with challenges to keep coming her way

life tested her patience at every step

she knew she had countless nights

kept her hope alive through her children

that woman till date is fighting

she doesn’t care of the pain her age is bringing

she still has a few battles to be won

she still dreams with her eyes open

she prays to the almighty without a fail

still performs her duties every single day

though i know for sure she would never fall

there must be times, when she cries alone

for she is amazed at the length of her tough walk

how i know of her so well and deep

is for the fact that i am a part of her

yes, this stunning woman is my mother

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‘mommy i love you’ my daughter told me

‘mommy i love you’ my daughter told me

this is how the day started today… with the most amazing sweet voice telling me ‘mommy i love you’ and her tiny hands made me a mother’s day card…

happy mother’s day to every mother, daughter and son.

A Soul Worthy of ART

A Soul Worthy of ART

mySestina

a soul worthy of art

is a soul able to realize the music in monotony

is a soul with the power to celebrate agony

it can paint without possessing colors

it can giggle for someone else’s happiness

it travels the speed of light every moment

it can survive a volcano, it can swallow the sun

it can heal the wounds in a matter of a blink

it can bleed to perform, it can shrink

untouchable, immortal, godly

a soul worthy of art

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excitement keeps us ALIVE

excitement keeps us ALIVE

excited again

mySestina

excited about the morning

excited about your first kiss today

excited about the new dress for your birthday

excited about new shoes and bag

excited about first day of the first job

excited about the football match

excited about the child coming to your life

excited about the seed you sowed

excited about a new flower in your garden

million of reasons to be excited in life

giving us a boost, make us feel light

behind our excitement, could be something big or small

yet this excitement excites us like a child

makes us glow, bringing us a smile

excitement keeps us ALIVE

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to my friends in Australia

to my friends in Australia

We may not know each other

we may not have met

we may never have spoken

yet we have communicated

shall i tell you how much

we are fond of your CRICKET team

how much are we in love

with those bright yellow outfits

Happy World Cup 2015 to belong to you

to remain yours

until, the next one to arrive

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mySestina smile

mySestina smile

The day has just arrived and I plan to start it with HOPE and a SMILE….

Come!! Smile along!! spread Happiness!!

 

my dear paper dictionary

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

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mySestina wonderland

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 plane to my destination

serve me a beach of salads of all kinds

some bread and donuts by the side

i want my knives and forks all clean

cover me with a napkin of peace

lying down all day the sunny side way

to not let time pass too fast

I am holding a clock in my hand

for I want to stay a little longer here

in mySestina wonderland

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the bunny

mySestina

hours of a day

that i spent

sitting in my chair, holding the bunny

that was once held

by a child in my dreams

soft long hair, hugging her face

her flawless eyes, filled with pain

her tiny heart struggling to push

the flow of her blood to her veins

as she spoke, she never complained

as the hours that she was rewarded

not long enough

she held her bunny pressed against her chest

consoling for the loneliness

time shall bring soon enough

for the bunny would no more be held

by the beautiful child

but me

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my earthen piggy bank

mySestina

the time presents itself to me

promised to reward yet another blow

so dearly i treasured them till now

all my pennies are ready to go

abandoning me of their hold

loosening me of the comfort

to offer bread to my children

there –

my earthen piggy bank just hit the ground

oh so dear are those broken pieces to me

i gather the pennies in my hand

soon to be freed of my possession

then –

the broken piggy bank stares at me

its eyes dull yet hopeful as they said to me

i loved containing those pennies in me

utilize their worth for you have to, today

and tomorrow, you must promise to fix me

for i desire those pennies to be mine once again

i crave for them to fill me

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time

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 right to shape the future

for centuries, it’s been healing broken hearts

sometimes allowed the trust be breached

let the lust win on occasions

moving ahead polishing the genes

it built the pyramid of knowledge to be treasured

converted soil to glittering gold

immense power held in its folds

TIME – as it shows, as it folds

 

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A Beautiful Mind

Do I look presentable? Is my hair tied properly? Wait! did I wear my lip gloss before leaving the house and so on!!

z

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Honestly, I don’t think about these things anymore. A woman, not bothered about her looks. They don’t matter to me much now. It’s a different phase of my life. I have 2 children to take care of. All that I think of now is getting the kids ready for school, are they eating well, the dates of vaccination, what are they learning at school, what extra curricular activities should I make them join and so on.

z

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It’s not about myself neglecting me, it’s not about me giving all my time to my children. It is about choosing what I feel is right. In fact, it’s my own choice, I don’t blame anyone for this and although I get tired sometimes, I still enjoy it. I love being with my children and it’s a great feeling to be able to take care of them in every possible way that I can.

I believe, that I am now paying attention to better things in..life, I am paying attention to another growing life, nourishing it with my knowledge, I am paying attention to a broader perspective, things that I feel now are the most important and close to my heart.

As far as my looks are concerned, I guess a I anyway look beautiful with my kids around. I have A Beautiful Mind.

the story of failure – the other way round

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 …

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i was the host – my guest was a Ghost

i was the host – my guest was a Ghost

on a dull evening

I decided to tease my loneliness

so I called for a get together

no one else accepted my invitation

except for him

that evening when I was the host

my only guest was a white faced ghost

the ghost was generous to pay me a visit

to sit with me, talk a little bit

we shared a strange congeniality

somehow it worried me occassionally

the evening started to graduate to night

white color on his face had started to vanish

I struggled to see through the darkness

trying to feed my anxiety, moved a little closer

my eye refused to believe what they witnessed

left spellbound, not even a word I could utter

towards him as I pointed my finger

shocked to witness the face behind the Ghost’s

it was me, siting in front of me

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my failures challenged !

my failures challenged !

challenging failures.. not running away from them.. when we share, we move a step closer to defeat them…

mySestina

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 at mySestina.wordpress.com and let’s hear what others have in store!

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

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no one sees my blog!

no one sees my blog!

sigh!!

mySestina

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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Dear Game of Thrones – we waited for you!

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the green girl

the green girl

green girl has emerged

mySestina

green girl emerges in the jungle

long hair kissing her knees

divine body covered in leaves

fragrant as if bathed in flowers

glowing face with eyes blue green

her manner graceful like a queen

she holds the sun in one hand

in the other she holds the moon

showering the life in the jungle

with light, making it serene

trees bend their branches in honor

as she walks her elegant way

an army of all sorts of animals

follow their queen in silence

a sight so charmingly delightful

when the green girl emerges in the jungle

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New to Blogging? here are a few tips!

New to Blogging? here are a few tips!

The blogging world is amazing. It drives you, it challenges you and you strive to do more and more. I will be honest here. It’s not been too long since I started to blog, yet I feel that I have made certain observations that might help my fellow bloggers who are facing a challenge to keep up with their good work and need a little inspiration and support.

Here are a few of my observations and suggestions:-

  1. Stats and Content
    1. There may be days when the stats show high figures, and sometimes not so high. Please don’t be disheartened. You must your calm. People will come to your blog if you post good content.
  2. Publish 3 -4 posts every day
    1. Publish a minimum of 3-4 posts every day.
    2. Keep some time difference between all your posts.
    3. You might want to keep a track of different time zones on the world depending upon your target audience.
  3. Long and Short posts
    1. Try to keep your posts a little crisp to keep the audience with you till the end.
    2. This does not mean discouragement towards long posts, as it truly depends upon what information you are sharing.
  4. The title
    1. Try to give an eye-catching title to your post.
    2. People should be able to recognize the content with the title given.
    3. Remember, good content without a catchy title may be lost.
  5. Reblog your posts
    1. Try to reblog your posts after a few days. This may help you attract people who just started following you.
    2. Try not to reblog one post for more than 2-3 times. This may create loss of interest.
  6. Read other’s posts
    1. Writing comes with reading. You must read what other’s are writing.
    2. It will give you an insight of the hot topics.
    3. Knowledge is the key. It will have a good impact on your content from as you learn every time you read.
  7. Click likes and post comments as per your observations
    1. Appreciation is the key. It inspires the writer and the reader. Don’t forget to hit the ‘like’ tab if you like a post.
    2. Write comments as per your observations. Remember, your comments can attract new followers.

Well, these are my observations and suggestions.. Let me know in case you may have something to share.

Cheers!!

mySestina

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musings

musings

musings… again

mySestina

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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to the people in the USA

to the people in the USA

mySestina

Back when i worked as a collection agent almost 16 years back. I am from India and I got a job with GE Capital International Services.

America was a dream country for me (it still is). Great people, better facilities, great roads, amazing restaurants, big universities and a lot more.

I was full of enthusiasm and energy. Ready to collect money due on the Car loans and JC Penney cards. As per my job requirements, I spoke to a lot of people in all the states in USA. People had different accents, backgrounds, interests. Most of them were friendly. They were all fun to talk to and nice.

With time, I realized a thing about many of them, that even if they wanted to pay, they could not take care of their bills. Single working mothers, big family to take care, lesser number of jobs, inflation were a few reasons…

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the scars

the scars

mySestina

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 the lake glowed with shine

a sight so rich, so charming

it hid all the pain behind

& no one seemed to notice

the scars

on the face of the Moon

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a city birthing a city

a city birthing a city

mySestina

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

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