Born – A New Me

that day, the child in me

told me to fly

so i jumped, jumped higher

to touch the sky

each time, I used a little more of my strength

wondering, how much more can I use

hoping, to go a little higher with each try

the cotton like clouds smiled at me

urging me to reach to kiss them

that smile on their face, made me a little shy

the birds flying, making patterns pretty

encouraged me to go, join their flock

to go to a world of dreams

so I never would have to cry

that day….

as the child in me, told me to fly

I tried & with each try 

was born – a New Me….

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Yes, I killed it.. Confessions?

I took my time

many years to believe

to gather much courage

to kill that something

that something which pulled ME from ME

that something that laughed at a helpless me

that something that called me a coward

that something that never let me rise

it was bloody all over

today, as I picked a sword 

I cut it in two halves

yes, I killed my FEAR

need I make CONFESSIONS?

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Shining Glass of Time

I reached out to touch with my fingertips

the shining Glass of Time

it melted softly upon my touch

revealing, what laid on the other side

I saw a little Me, giggling

playing with bubbles & butterflies

running with kids after the flying kite

catching thousands of dragon flies

drops of rain bathing me pure

rainbow in the sky, glowing to bless

trees offering their branches to my swing

the wind blew softly to make me sing

my little self treasured the treasure that’s real

no coins no dollars I needed to buy

my happiness, I held it in my own hands

as a child, I had the vision to understand

the beauty lied in my own self

I knew how to smile, how to remain happy

weren’t those days simply beautiful

weren’t they

my real life

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Damn! Anyone can be a KING!

I promise, this real life incident is going to move a lot of souls!!

Just an hour back, on the busy streets of New Delhi, I took a rikshaw ride. For those who don’t know, it is a 3 wheeler cart peddled by a man. 

The ride did not last for more than 7-8 minutes. In those few minutes, the rikshaw puller shared something amazing with me.

As there were many cars on the road, I asked him to drive on the extreme left side of the road (just to be on the safer side). And there, he started his story.

“Ma’am ji, please do not worry. I am a driver myself. I drive all sorts of cars and have my driving licence too. I know how to be safe on the road” he said.

“Then you must drive a taxi, it will pay you well, or you should work as a driver somewhere” I advised, because pulling a rikshaw is a very tiring job and it requires a lot of physical strength.

“No ma’am ji, I don’t want to work under anyone. They ask me 100 questions if I get late by just 5 minutes, and I can not complain. I am not even allowed overtime money if they extend my working hours even by an hour or two sometimes. I have done that job earlier, but I am happy pulling a rikshaw now. Even though I have to work in the heat pulling weight which requires a lot of strength but my reward is that I am free to ride on my will. I make Rs. 500 everyday and I don’t have to give answers to anyone. I work on my own conditions”, he said.

“This way Ma’am ji, I feel like a King” he said wiping his sweat off his forehead.

He was smiling.

And I thought to myself damn! ANYONE CAN BE A KING. 

You just need the heart to feel like one!!

mySestina observations!

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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

to live

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