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 Mr. Time to 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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Struggling for Peace

Struggling for Peace

I am no child, I can do without a lullaby

no greed in my eyes, hold your gold away from me

I have learnt to face life, do not present me with luxury

big cars, plush house, servants around, I have no fancy

my tears are enough for me, I can do without the rain

don’t direct me to those pills, I have the will to bear the pain

after a day of tiresome work, I can sleep sound on the floor

no soft mattress is asked, my comfort is in my dreams

I am not aware of cuisines, neither do I wish for the same

sweet words from my beloved, make my dinner delicious 

smiles around are enough for me

to give me the insight to the heaven

I am a soul powerful, contentment is my weapon

yet, for one thing I struggle every moment

I struggle for PEACE, I struggle for HARMONY

how painful to see people shooting each other

killing humanity

will this STRUGGLE ever end

today I wonder, as I sit under the stars

looking up to the sky

searching for the answers

I may not find

soon enough

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The Pleasure of selling Wisdom

The Pleasure of selling Wisdom

 

 

on a hot, sunny, summer day

in my car, I stopped on a traffic signal

an old man, must be in his 70s

came running to me, a pile of books in his hands

sweating, loosing his energy in the heat

offering to sell wisdom at a price too cheap

knocked at the window glass of my car

“would you like to buy some good reads young lady”

with no intention to pay him any attention

I simply nodded my head to refuse

he requested kindly, one more time

this time, I looked into his eyes

how moved I was to see a shine there

his silent eyes were narrating a story

choosing not to beg, he chose to earn his glory

even when his weak bones were making him suffer

he had decided to Earn himself his bread and butter

I bought a book from him for just Rs 150

along with the book, came many blessings

he smiled gently at me, as I started to move

his eyes shone with a pleasure divine

as he waved me a pleasant goodbye

his happiness, his smile just made my day

I looked back to see him walk with pride

approaching another young lady in her car

to continue with his journey 

offering to sell the wisdom unmatched

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A House with a Coffin

A House with a Coffin

Gretta was six, she was excited about something

she had made a house for her uncle to stay

uncle Jake was to come tomorrow

and he shall live in that little house of clay

she had made it with her tiny soft hands

how proud was she to make it so colorful, spacious

there was room for a garden

there was room for a big kitchen

the house was beautiful, she looked at it all day

she asked her mom a thousand times

when was uncle Jake coming to see her surprise

her eyes sparkled with enormous joy

the time was about to come, the following day

in the meanwhile

someone with a gun, accompanied uncle Jake

yes, it was the city of Orlando’s sad fate

shootings happened, many dreams died

nothing but thick red blood in sight

the cops had called to inform the family

Mom spoke on the phone really softly

tears rolled down from her eyes to her cheeks

Gretta stood behind, she consumed the reality

she didn’t speak a word, she didn’t cry

she simply went to the house she had made

there was now some more work to be done

she had to REBUILD that house of clay

now with a Coffin inside

where uncle Jake would Rest in Peace

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deafening sound of Silence

deafening sound of Silence

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 the deafening sound of the silence

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An Understanding so Cruel

An Understanding so Cruel

sitting under that old banyan tree 

leaves blocking the moonlight on his face

gruesome loneliness stinging his heart

his conscience crying and screaming in pain

his mother, his father, where were they?

masked men had shot them in their hearts a day before

his destiny has brought him to a camp so horrid

where children are trained to be human bombs

tears not stopping to fall from his eyes

desperate is he to find the answers

his understanding is pure love and affection

a child, he is, unaware of hatred

why were they forcing him to be violent

when he must hold a pencil in his hand

why does he have to hold

nothing but a gun in his hands

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Waves in the Sea

Waves in the Sea

waves in the sea

dynamic, high powered

performing infinitely

rising, falling

mercilessly

sparing nothing in their reach

dancing to the tunes of the rising moon

with no will of their own

pulled, let loose

acting puppets

pitiful, waves in the sea

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