Don’t cry like Girls

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 it a thought, we understand that such statements encourage the bigger problems to come challenge us in future. The dark reality of eve teasing and rapes starts to haunt us starting from the four walls. 

I pledge not to raise my children with such sexist statements to contribute towards what little I can do for the society.

After all, it’s a matter of our children’s future!


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#GenderEquality

From a little Height

From a little Height

on the top of the mountain

as I stood and looked down

the city didn’t look the same to me

to my wonderment, it seemed another

thousands of dim lights twinkled at me

never thought it would look so different

from a distance, from a little height

all those people walked in union

the markets didn’t seem conjested anymore

the cars running, injecting life into the roads

the stunning map view of the city

made it look flawless, somehow a little fresh

I couldn’t see no hunger, no poverty

there didn’t seem to be any dirt on the streets

kids laughing, racing to catch a kite

how I felt the lost zeal coming to life

I thought to myself

the city isn’t as dull as I thought it was

it’s still full of charm that needs to be discovered

I still could find happiness there, had I endeavoured

today, I realize the lost beauty of the city

may be because I am looking at it

from a distance, from a little height

I am watching the city

from the top of the mountain

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#city #perspective #poetry

my Fear

my Fear

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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Let’s Love?

Love clearly is the most powerful emotion of all. It has no boundaries. It changes us into a better person…. Love makes us selfless, more giving and true to ourselves and to others.

So, what do you think….. Let’s Love?

Time Travel ?

Time Travel ?

To reach out to those days of innocence

Togetherness, as we shared those laughs

Not sitting in front of the TV screens

But while eating a meal delicious

To reach out to that sense of security

While we played in the community park

Hearty laughs, climbing up the trees

No criminal eyes staring for a kidnap

To reach out to the connection we built

Souls touching each other with affection

Not with the wire of internet modem

But by holding each other’s hands

To reach out to those days of long walks

While walking, when we talked our hearts

Wearing our old canvas shoes

We never missed the comfort of a car

To reach out to those days of health

No one knew of the word ‘depression’

No pills, no capsules, no supplements

Life was cherished, there wasn’t any stress

To reach out to those days so simple yet priceless

Luxury wasn’t anywhere close to us

Still, we lived our lives to the full

Yes, to reach out to those days Wonderful

We need, to travel back in time

Don’t we all sometimes

Crave for a Time Machine

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Image By Alpe John from The Juandering Artist

#Poetry #TimeTravel

Would you still read my Poems?

Would you still read my Poems?

My mother tongue is Hindi. I studied English since beginning, still I could never master it. I speak confidently in English, but only in simple words. I struggle with heavy words. I don’t understand the meaning of difficult ones and have to google to look out for their meaning. In short, I have poor English vocabulary.

I thought to myself, should this be a barrier between me and my love for writing? Should I even write or not? Would I be able to express myself well with a few simple words only? Would people not think of me as an idiot?

Still, I went ahead and started to write poems in English. I did not want to give up my love for writing and when I started to write, I realized that I could express very well even with easy and simple words. If you read my posts, you would have realized that I never use words which are uncommon and I never try to make my posts fancy by using any heavy language.

In fact, many of my fellow bloggers have come back telling me that even with the use of simple language, I am able to deliver the message very clearly. They enjoy reading my posts for the simplicity of the poems and the true meaning behind, and that is something very important.

Now, there are two lessons that I have learnt from this :-

  1. Coming out and accepting our drawbacks is not as bad as I thought.
  2. Nothing can keep you away from your passion, if you are passionate enough to live it.

Would you agree?

Would you still read my poems?

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Celebrate Tears

Celebrate 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, my pain

I forgive, forget, gather back myself

start to walk my path again

***

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If its worth Reading, It was worth to Write

If its worth Reading, It was worth to Write

millions of thoughts

coming across my mind

as I decide to sit and write

to share my belief

to share as I imagine

digging deeper into my heart

the flow never stopped

one thing I realized

its not enough – my life

to pen down all that I hide

millions of secrets destined to die

one day, with me inside

yet one thing is undeniable

about all that I put on paper

if its worth Reading

it was worth to Write

***

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The Prostitute

The Prostitute

still a child she was, no more than eight or nine

eyes filled with dreams, with an urge to fly

meagre means, harsh life

still, there was comfort of parents around

there came a day that brought the storm

separated by her parents, into the hands of human traffickers

a nightmare, she was to see with her open eyes

forced into the trade of sex for the rest of her life

now the world knows that child as a prostitute

a prostitute to serve many monsters a day

one after the other they assaulted her will

with no shame to cause her excruciating pain

slowly her tears had started to dry

she had to be bold, learned not to cry

she yearned for a family and a husband every moment

knowing all her wishes were in vain

she bore a child at the age of 16

still at work with her baby crying in the adjacent room

for she now had a mouth to be fed too

and they would’t let her escape this hell

she was no daughter, no sister, now wife to no one

still a human, a mother she was

no words could ever describe her sufferings

if only there was someone to take her out of the dark

the society looks down at her in a manner ridiculous

will they realize ever

she was thrown into this disgusting pit

her eyes incapable to see no dreams no more

now she is termed as a prostitute (a bitch)

and yes,

she was forced to become one

it was never her choice

my heart goes out for the sufferings of all the victims of human trafficking and sex trade

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Time Travel – The Strix

Time Travel – The Strix

“O ostium de tempus, exaudio ut mea vox. Patitur id anima ut transveho quod infinitus spatium de aevum. Ego iubeo vos, APERIO!!”

*sigh*

…gea de stellae ducit mea iter.

(“Oh gates of time, listen to my voice. Allow me this being to travel the infinite vastness of time.  I command you, OPEN!!”

*sigh*

…goddess of the stars guide my journey!)

By Alpe John from The Juandering Artist

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Here and Now

Would you come with me, adventures to see
leave our now and anywhere else, just be?

Explore other times, you and me,
forget our present, for past and future,
dance on spacetime’s fabric of history?

If we could time travel, let’s fly back in time
to watch the pyramids being built in Egypt
spend a day in Pompeii before the big blast
we’d find twenties Paris in spring and dance
around fountains in the Tuileries, hand in hand

If we could steer ourselves anywhere else
in this vast world, let’s land in Thailand
before the tourists, explore pristine beaches
or float in Venice on a gondola, no rush…
before cameras, painting our memories on canvas

We could spend an hour in the Roman senate
watch the birth of democracy with our own eyes
behold the ruins before they became ruins,
stroll down the Via Appia, aqueducts rushing
overhead, lounge in a spa, grapes being fed…

Maybe we could fly to the future ahead,
watch humanity inevitably evolve instead
get a glimpse of life beyond our now
see how Earth fairs or fails
would we want to…or not?

But, if time travel meant
I would not be with you…
I would stay exactly

where I am

here and now,

forever,

always
…us two

By Emily Clapper – Poet Girl Em

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To Reach Out To Those Days

To reach out to those days of innocence

Togetherness, as we shared those laughs

Not sitting in front of the TV screens

But while eating a meal delicious

To reach out to that sense of security

While we played in the community park

Hearty laughs, climbing up the trees

No criminal eyes staring for a kidnap

To reach out to the connection we built

Souls touching each other with affection

Not with the wire of internet modem

But by holding each other’s hands

To reach out to those days of long walks

While walking, when we talked our hearts

Wearing our old canvas shoes

We never missed the comfort of a car

To reach out to those days of health

No one knew of the word ‘depression’

No pills, no capsules, no supplements

Life was cherished, there wasn’t any stress

To reach out to those days so simple yet priceless

Luxury wasn’t anywhere close to us

Still, we lived our lives to the full

Yes, to reach out to those days Wonderful

We need, to travel back in time

Don’t we all sometimes

Crave for a Time Machine

By Zigyasa Kakkar from mySestina

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The Guest

As always, she sat there, writing. Something very intense and dark, the usual genre she wrote. She was so fierce in her thoughts, so quick with the pen and paper, engrossed enough to not notice the feather light wind that traced her hair. But soon, she was shadowed, by a large figure standing behind her. She turned around, seeing a creepily familiar face.

“Howdy?” the sound raised the hairs at the back of her neck.

“Do I know you?” She asked.

“No.” the uninvited guest answered.

“How did you get in? The doors are closed”

“Because you will be here, ten years from now.”

And then she knew that she was herself. It was like looking into the mirror, sure, a mirror in future. Was this a dream? She was scared, but did not want to be scared of herself. She gulped and the guest noticed.

Was I that afraid of myself? My future? “, the guest asked.

And yet again the irony pushed her to think. There was a long pause.

“I….” she was speechless.

You look so beautiful.”

“You do too

And she realized, yet again that she loved herself.

“How is it like to grow up, how is life going to be?”

“It will be just like you want it to be. Just be you. You’ll do great”

“Why are you here?” she was eager and still bent upon knowing about her future even if it was in a dream.

“To let you know that you are going to make it there, to the future.” The guest said, with a beautiful smile.

And considering what she was going through in present, that was all she wanted to hear. And that smile, was her motivation, even if it was a dream. That is IF it was a dream.

By Kashaf Shaikh – A Word Warriors Blog

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Time Travel

In its sweet time the music plays, the beats pick up,

Casting a spell it has you compel,

To enter the place you love. Inside your mind,

Where memories unwind and play before your eyes,

That stare blank, while you travel through time,

To that place, that moment, it takes you back there,

That memory, that time, that you hold so dear,

The words push you near, your heart beating to the,

Conducting hands of the clock, you walk,

Sitting still, and laugh without noise,

The music giving rise, to an orchestra of emotions,

That all play at once, overwhelming your senses,

In a good way, but sometimes bad, though,

This one makes you glad, you lived and laughed,

And cried, and now your tears are dried, while,

You’re sitting in your chair, lips forming a smile,

To take with you as the beats die down,

Those memories once again are bound,

Until the next song plays and takes you away.

By Michelle Joseph from Psychedelic Bay

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Travel through time, wouldn’t it be marvelous? Back to the past and restore errors, a quick peek into the future to find out, if we humans still exist in fifty years. No longer have to wait until your loved one, family member; colleague awakes in a different time zone.

However, making mistakes is important; without those mistakes we wouldn’t even know what we don’t want, wouldn’t know how we could improve. Collecting all the answers of the future through a time-travel; the (wonderful) process of inventing, researching, learning will be unnecessary. Let’s be honest, don’t you wish occasionally someone close to you to a different time zone? Plus, if you really want to be close to a loved one, family member or colleague; who or what is retaining you…truly?

“Nothing is impossible”

Unfortunately, with a snap of your fingers travel a few years forward or back in time, it isn’t possible. Time-travel is still a fantasy, although fantasy can be a wonderful method to travel through time.

Close your eyes, wherever you are standing, sitting, or lying down right now. Think of a loved one. Do you see the face? Do you hear the voice, the sparkling smile? Do you smell the scent of hair and skin? Do you feel the touch? Do you feel the loving energy?

Snap

Back in the present, in the moment.

Take that loving energy with you,

Wherever,

Whenever,

You travel.

 

By Patty Wolters from Kruidje-Roer-Me-Niet

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Expressions Crossing Continents

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Life of a Man

he wrapped
his tiny fingers around hers
held her hand tight
and said “Love you mummy”

he held her hand warm
placed it on his heart
pulled her closer
and said “love you my bride”

he held her tiny hands
placed them on his lips
kissed her softly
and said “Love you my princess”

he held her wrinkled hands
placed them on his forehead
kissed them gently
and said “miss you mother”

The Devil’s Secret

The Devil’s Secret

in the silence of the night

shadows emerged

dancing and screaming

the bats woke up from their nightmare

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

***

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#poetry #nighmare

The Damn Truck (Crushing People in Nice)

The Damn Truck (Crushing People in Nice)

The Truck, that deadly truck

with four wheels to slip on the road

with a steering that failed to give it a direction

the truck with a demon inside

crushing flesh under its wheels

coloring the road with thick red

the red that’s gonna turn black with time

the truck that brought death inside

death for children, women, elderly

screams of everyone, the demon enjoyed

The Truck, that truck of death

the city of Nice shall never forget

it shall never be off people’s mind

bringing them horror, shivers to their spine

the truck, that evil truck

how everyone wish, was out of fuel

wish it’s engine wasn’t working

wish that truck, not to haunt

 those who witnessed such act barbaric 

oh the truck, That Damn truck

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My Man My Mountain

My Man My Mountain

broad are his shoulders, that spark in his eyes

his manner humble, yet commanding

his silence speaks through me eloquently

embrace so passionate, I melt in his arms

privileged I am to be his woman

how he shields me against all odds

he never let the storm to dust my eyes

he never let the sun to tan my skin

he gulps the sorrow that eyes my heart

a tender soul with a will so strong

I look up to him as my mountain

he flows me with life, like a waterfall

he consumes my temper, like lava so red

he flourishes me with the trees of peace

I know in my heart I love him much

how positive I am, he loves me much more

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She loved him enough

She loved him enough

convinced was she

not to find

love 

in his embrace

not that he wasn’t gentle

not that he wasn’t kind

he simply 

didn’t have love

in store for HER

yet she stayed

for no matter how he felt for her

she loved him enough

 to never leave his side

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Deprived of a Little Wind

Deprived of a Little Wind

deprived of a little wind

the tree

forced to stand still

craving to sway

to dance to the tunes

but the wind, chose not to flow

it seemed sad

so dull

simply, not being itself

still, like no life running through its veins

celebrating melancholy

for a reason not known

even to the wind itself

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My Earthen Piggy Bank

My Earthen Piggy Bank

time has presented 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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No sign of his Angel

No sign of his Angel

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 his angel – he closed his eyes

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when the Wind blew to Connect

when the Wind blew to Connect

helpless she was

how much she missed him

this story is true 

its from way back in time

the time when there were no cords to connect

to allow her to say a few words to her lover

deep in love, how lonely she felt

staying awake, dreaming to be in his arms

she sat one night under the blanket of stars

up in the sky the moon smiled back at her

wind blowing softly caressed her skin

offering her, to be her messenger to him

brushing her body, it started to travel

carrying the scent of her body to her lover

to whisper to him, her poems of love

to embrace him in its fragrance

to make him feel connected

to the one sitting seven seas away

yearning for the warmth of his love

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He found Love in Words

He found Love in Words

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 feather and some ink

he wrote his heart

he found his love

in words that emerged on paper

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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!!

Grow your blog with mySestina – 8th entry

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Grow your blog with mySestina – 6th entry

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A Companion to Remain

A Companion to Remain

once upon a time

there was a girl, a little child

innocent heart

beautiful imaginations

a brown teddy bear

her dearest companion

deeply in love

she never would let it go

imagined to be teddy’s wife

the day she would grow..

Time cruelly, robbed her of her innocence

as it passed, ticking the clock

days, and then years

little girl now all grown up

no more toys

to remain around her

does she even remember

how & when

she lost – her dear teddy bear

the new avatar of life

entirely unlike the previous

assuring the presence

of pretty tears in her life 

to keep those big, deep dark eyes

forever moist

she now wonders

of the two sides of the coin

two stories, she was told by her life

no more giggles

beaming laughs are all gone

today, her only & true companion 

the one

never leaving her side

even in a crowd

is no one else

but Her Loneliness

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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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Art.&.Artist

Art.&.Artist

Art is precious 

Art is priceless

It makes us rich

Makes us healthy

Writing is a precious form of art

and 

a Writer is a mixture of emotions and talent

holding the power of a pen

moving the world

leading it

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The Circle of Life

The Circle of Life

emerging …. fading

standing up …. at times bending

smiling …. weeping

building up …. shattering

holding …. abandoning

healing …. bleeding

consuming the knowledge …. sometimes ignoring

mine ….  yours …. souls performing

a play, named …. the circle of life

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A Better Tomorrow

A Better Tomorrow

you have shed many tears

you’ve been through dark nights

nights that were long enough

to leave a mark on your soul

you’ve burnt your hands in fire

you’ve slept on the cold floor

smile is been missing on your face

for a long time

the pain must have broken your heart

it must have pierced through your spine

still my dear it’s remarkable

how you remained kind

your calmness, your patience

encouraged you to have faith

to hope for a better tomorrow

for a bright shining day

after a long long night

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Tribute To The Woods

Tribute To The Woods

Enjoy this beautiful post from a dear friend here on WP. This is the 2nd entry for Grow your blog with mySestina

emotionsoflife2016

Your life ended suddenly

To this world you gave abundantly

Your music became the bandages for a lot of people

Some of us found with your lyrics the freedom

At the age of 31 you left this earth

So much you were worth

The city of Barrie so you last

Why did you have to pass?

You said “The dead are to be forgotten”

But that would never happen because you weren’t common

Woods of Ypres will always continue living

Because the records will continue spinning.

Against The Seasons will continue giving us reasons

Pursuit Of The Sun And Allure Of The Earth will be our rebirth

Deepest Roots And Darkest Blues will change our views

The Green Album will continue to be the unseen atom

Grey Skies And Electric Light will always be the highlight

You were a hero and you didn’t even know it

You save so many…

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Grow your Blog with mySestina

Grow your Blog with mySestina

Do you want to grow your blog?

Do you want to reach out to the maximum number of readers and touch as many hearts as possible, with your writings, photographs and thoughts.

Let me invite you to mySestina with an opportunity to reblog your post (the one you think is your favorite). Please leave a link to your post in the comments section below.

I will reblog 2 top entries per day for the next 7 days.

So guys, ready for a little more to achieve? Let’s go grab it TOGETHER.

Let’s help each other. Let’s grow together.

mySestina

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Celebrating 500 followers on mySestina

Celebrating 500 followers on mySestina

Dear friends!

Waking up to receive 500 followers on WP. What more could I ask from you. You have loved mySestina and here is the outcome.

Thanks to all of you my friends.

As a note of thanks, going forward, every 50th follower that I receive, will be featured on mySestina as a guest and one of their posts will be reblogged.

Loads of Love

mySestina

 

 

A Silhouette Leaf

A Silhouette Leaf

Against the light in the far night sky

the leaf, gave in selflessly

in agreement to give up its identity

to loose its color true, its very beauty

turned itself into a shape a little dark 

its outlines symmetrical

crafted by the finest hands of the almighty

unaware of the fact it looked even prettier 

surrendering to it’s love to the moon

bowing to its shiny silver gleam

the leaf not just a leaf anymore

but a silhouette leaf

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I wanna Live My Life

I wanna Live My Life

wind chyme, dear wind chyme

would you play some music

I really wanna dance

rainbow dear rainbow

would you spill your colors

to make me glow

waterfall, dear waterfall

would you fall on my soul

cleanse me, make me pure

butterfly, sweet butterfly

would you come touch me

like I am your flower

peacock, pretty peacock

would you open your wings

I wanna bathe in the rain

chocolate, yummy chocolate

would you melt in my mouth

give your sweetness to me

river, flowing river

would you make me flow with you

I wanna dive into the ocean

lastly

sorrow, Mr. Sorrow

all my above requests have been accepted

so would you leave me alone

today, I wanna live my life

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Are You Loving the Lovely

Are You Loving the Lovely

are you singing along with the chirping birds

are you warm with the warmth of the sun 

can you feel the breeze brushing your body softly

are you ready, to start to learn

is your body fragrant with the fragrance of the flowers

have you felt soft grass under your feet 

are you listening to the song of life

are you dancing merrily to the beat

have you kissed your mother a morning bright

have you thanked her for her eternal love

have you looked up today to see the sky

to bathe in the colors of the rainbow

go ahead, tell yourself my dear

is it all, or none that you’ve done

before you start to complain the next time

ask yourself this first

are you thankful – for the simple pleasures of life

my dear

are you loving the lovely

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Only YOU

Only YOU

I see

the world

with my eyes open 

*

the secret is

I close them

to see You

only You

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The Purpose of My Existence

The Purpose of My Existence

if it wasn’t for to bring a smile on your face

if it wasn’t for to hold you when in pain

if it wasn’t for to wipe your falling tears

if it wasn’t for to take away your fear

if it wasn’t for to read you all my poems

if it wasn’t for to take you to Rome

if it wasn’t for to consume art together

if it wasn’t for to make our lives worth

if it wasn’t for dreaming with you my love

if it wasn’t for to make our dreams come true

then tell me my dearest

the purpose

of my existence

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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

 

Rejections

I have grown strong

I have become bold

I learnt to challenge, my challenges back

for every rejection

on my way in life

I have traveled

a little closer to my destiny

 

Breaking your own Record – how does it feel

Breaking your own Record – how does it feel

All for your love guys. Same day with two great things to happen to mySestina.

How can I ever thank you in words my dear friends!

Excitement Keeps us ALIVE

Excitement Keeps us ALIVE

excited about the morning

excited about your first kiss

excited for the new dress

for your birthday, excited about the gift

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

excitement could be fed with something big or small

yet this excitement excites us like a child

makes us glow, bringing us a smile

how this excitement keeps us ALIVE

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Humanity vs Terrorism

Humanity vs Terrorism

there was terror, there still is terror

bomb blasts, attacks

mumbai, boston, paris

people died

those who lived have suffered

still suffering

but, I have seen

the world getting together

raising voice against terrorism

people united and eager

to give a hand to the sufferers

there are millions to feel

the pain of the victims

millions rise against violence

with time, in times of acts of terror

I have seen humanity winning

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Your love for mySestina

Your love for mySestina

I have fallen in love with all my fellow bloggers. It’s like I am a part of a beautiful family. And it gives me immense pleasure to be loved back.

Everyone… I LOVE YOU

mySestina

Fail your Pain

Fail your Pain

when you are in pain

when you can’t stop your tears from flowing

think of those children who haven’t eaten for weeks

think of a mother who just lost her son

think of a soldier, who will never come back home

think of his little daughter, waiting for her father 

for all of us, to be in control of our emotions

must we appreciate what we have

must we realize, we have a lot that many people crave for

must we understand the pain of the others

and our own pain will fade, will be less painful

this way my dearest, all of us

shall become better human beings

giving, compassionate, less self centered

contributing towards a better world

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When no one Believed in Me – I did

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 survivor

I never stopped

discovered my dark side

enjoyed my hope in pain

here i am to pen down

i made it worth reading

and so to write again

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Thumbs Theory

Thumbs Theory

thumbs on the hands

sad, left out to wonder

forming a group, the fingers unite

why have the thumbs been set aside

pretty rings, are all for fingers

beautiful and long

they sway to form many gestures

desirable to be touched by the lovers

they work to brush the soft pink lips

caress a loving face, hold it to kiss

in the meanwhile

the short and the cornered thumbs

sitting to rest, feeling too dumb

they are yet to realize their worth

do they know their part is to inspire

for thumbs up is the gesture we all aspire

going up of them bring a million smiles

fill life with laughter,

make spirits to touch the skies

well! well!

the thumbs are now happy, taking pride

they now have grasped

the PURPOSE of their existence

they now have understood

the thumbs theory

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Born – A New Me

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?

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

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!

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

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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Our Unfailing Guardians

Our Unfailing Guardians

mother earth following the circles

arms wrapped around her children

singing lullaby soothing

putting them to sleep, to the land of dreams

father sun performing his role

waking up the children, giving them glow

inspiring them with resilience abundant

insisting to recollect dreams from the past night

making them true, setting them right

mother earth – father sun

our unfailing guardians

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Go ahead.. Dream

go ahead, fly with your wings of imagination

would you please today, smile for no reason

be a super soul, save lives around the world

must you fight the fire, like you are the fire yourself

dive in the ocean, dare to swim along with the whales

swing with the waves, like you are the waves of high tide

be bold my dear, take a shower under the waterfall

let the white water absorb all the filth to cleanse your soul

would you sing a song my dear, even if there is no music

just search inside a little and be the music yourself

pick a quill today, make it dive into the pot of colorful ink

let your thoughts imprint, make that paper worthy 

today, must you forget the sins of the silly

be wise enough to forgive, like you’re forgiving a little child

today, be the one, you’ve always aspired to become

inject a little power to your soul, to your running blood

go ahead my dearest

dream today with your eyes open wide

just dream of the impossible

let your dream become your sight, your reality


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The tunnel of hope

The tunnel of hope

thick dark on the inside of the tunnel

encouraging the darkness to grow even darker

providing shelter to the ghosts 

raising rodents and bats

the wetness on the sides and head above

dripping dark water cold like ice

giving shivers to me to walk inside

I had no choice, but to cross its length

my life was waiting on the other end

my feet were cold, my body was numb

took enormous courage to take my steps

seemed to me it was a journey eternal

I wished I hadn’t started it at all

I cursed myself, cursed my fate

pushing myself took a lot of effort

and then to my wonderment 

my ordeal started to fade & hope prevailed

hazy light my eyes were seeing on the far end

my heart raced with joy and excitement

suddenly, I felt so closer to my destination

the tunnel was uncompromising, yet it gave me hope

it was pessimistic, yet it gave me courage

how it propelled me to win over its sins

determined me to travel through it to win

I stood outside in the shining sun

my life was ahead, waiting for my embrace

my heart compelled to look back once

to see through the darkest dark of the tunnel

I waved my hand, bowed my head in gratitude

thanked the tunnel to show me HOPE

it taught me a lesson, never to stop

keep on going to cross a thousand tunnels

for many more were bound to come my way

as I would travel through the journey of my life

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A kiss on my Neck

A kiss on my Neck

he gifted me a necklace once

soothing pearls sewn in a golden thread

making love simultaneously

to the ones onto their right and to the left

as I wore it, the pearls hugged my neck

I felt a shiver of his love caressing me

must I admire his choice so rich

how gorgeous I looked wearing it

he came from the behind as I looked into the mirror

he pretended he wanted to touch the necklace

sure he was, I would catch him pretending

with no interest in the necklace that moment

he just wanted to place his lips on my neck

a secret, he told me then

the necklace was never too appealing to him

yet, he bought it without a second thought

for he wanted to steal a chance to come close to me

and kiss me on my neck

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when Music was Born

when Music was Born

drums, beaten vigorously with the 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 fingers

harmonica, went almost out of breath

cymbal, going deaf with unstopping collision

accordion, blown up to the extent of explosion

synthesizer, mourned to keep up the pace

chimes, yearned for wind not to blow anymore

songster, with his closed eyes

went nearly blind for the depth of the song

I was there, I witnessed that moment

when MUSIC was born

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Painting on the Wall

Painting on the Wall

painting on the wall

looks so to me

i am naive, not to understand

the state of mind of the man

holding the brush, surrounded by colors

does he belong to the city he painted

or he longs for it, for it’s zeal

is he jealous of the people living there

or he is one of them celebrating

flock of birds flying in the sky

are they for real or mere imagination

or the painter simply meaning

to prompt the admirer to go ahead

paint the painting yet again

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He Said

He Said

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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Walking in the Woods

Walking in the Woods

walking, in the woods
listening to the silence
seeing the unseen
singing the unsung
smiling the pain
weeping the pleasure
holding the untouched
consuming the power
defeating the invincible
I have seen
the light of the darkness
I have realized
I forgot to live
I have learnt
to begin the end

Together, we were never to Sing

Together, we were never to Sing

a song I meant to sing

I needed him to sing along

shyly indicated my intentions to him

we waited for the music to assist

we waited and kept waiting

were we deaf not to listen to the tune

screaming over and over to us both

assuring the possibility of the impossible

we were not meant to be what we thought

together, we couldn’t write a song

together, we were never to sing

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I went ahead

I went ahead

they told me not to

informed me of the consequences

my well wishers pulled me back desperately

in hope of saving me from what was to come

yet i went ahead as i wanted to rise

instead, i fell in love

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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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My Saviour

My Saviour

thick dark blanket as I looked up in the sky

searching for an angel I struggled

many stars shined, refusing to flow their light

smiled and twinkled far, for their own selves

my heart ached in anxiety

I wondered of my state without any light

stars had refused, left me deprived

was this to continue, like it had till now

till this date, for the rest of my life

pain emerged, started to flow through my eyes

with helpless hands, I covered this face of mine

that was when, I sensed a presence divine

the air turned fragrant, the breeze brushed my soul

I wondered to dare to uncover my face & as I did

a calm, serene light shined upon me

dedicated itself, it bathed me to be pure

consuming all my pain, all the darkness

it was you my love, to bring me the light

I worried of no dark thereafter

for you became my Moon 

my Saviour

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I am not a child anymore

I am not a child anymore

my eyes dried of tears

my expressions don’t cry along with me

when i can’t take it no more, i scream with pain

yet, no one seems to notice

then i tell myself

not to worry

it’s got to be like this only

i am not a child anymore

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Will you? My Love

Will you? My Love

ever, if I fail to walk

my pace is slow to match yours

enlighten me my love

will you wait for me

ever, if I fail to see

the beauty hidden in this life of ours

through your eyes my love

will you let me see

ever, if i fail to hear

the music played by the waterfalls

& the honeybees

through your heart, my dearest

will you sing to me

ever, if i fail to hop

on the trampoline of joy

your strength, my dear

will you share it with me

i am aware, you’re going to say ‘Yes’

you shall never

deny my request

still, i need to hear once more

from you my love

please say it again just one more time

a ‘Yes’

to all that i ever

ask from you

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We Write a Saga Sensual

We Write a Saga Sensual

its not only the moon and the stars

not only the sun and its rays

its not only the ocean and its waves

not only this wind and the waterfalls

its not just the woods and the rivers

not just the colors of the rainbow

today i tell you my love, its not just them

not only just them, who hold the stick of magic

their saga is old, the world knows it all

today in this moment

it’s YOU and ME

as we make love to each other

we write a Saga Sensual

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/saga/

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was it too much to ask

was it too much to ask

tell me

was it too much to ask

if I asked for just a little smile

a spark of just a little happiness in my eyes

you knew my journey till now was exhausting

you knew I was desperate for some rest

you knew enough tears I had shed

you knew your love would have strengthen me

you knew I loved you, gave my life to you

how could you be so heartless to desert me

how could you just let me die every moment

O my dear, tell me where did I fail, how did I fail

after all that I genuinely did to save our relationship

tell me my dearest

was it too much to ask

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Face behind a Face

Face behind a Face

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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DREAM – THE STRIX

DREAM – THE STRIX

It’s never wrong to want something every day of your life, to chase, to find comfort in the uncomfortable, as you wait… As you dream…

– Cezane

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Go ahead, fly with your wings of imagination

Would you please today, smile for no reason

Be a super soul, save lives around the world

Must you fight the fire, like you are the fire yourself

Dive in the ocean, dare to swim along with the whales

Swing with the waves, like you are the waves of high tide

Be bold my dear, take a shower under the waterfall

Let the white water absorb the filth to cleanse your soul

Would you sing a song my dear, even if there is no music

Just search inside a little and be the music yourself

Pick a quill today, make it dive into the pot of colorful ink

Let your thoughts imprint, make that paper worthy

Today, must you forget the sins of the silly

Be wise enough to forgive, like you’re forgiving a little child

Today, be the one, you’ve always aspired to become

Inject a little power to your soul, to your running blood

Go ahead my dearest

Dream today with your eyes open wide

Just dream of the impossible

                                                     Let your dream become your sight, your reality

 By Zigyasa Kakkar – mySestina

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A fairytale, a love story,

A person, a sweet memory,

A life I want, I want to be alive,

So into the dream world I dive!

She is a dreamer, a day dreamer. She day-dreams at night too! She sleeps not, because she is planning. She is working out a way to live the life she wants. A dream, no one would have dared to dream, she dreams wide awake. Her thoughts wander away, in lands unknown, in places wanting to be seen. Those worlds beg for her presence and she giggles as she knows who she is. She smiles away her past and pushes those memories far. She is a new girl, with a new dream, with a much newer, better life waiting for her. She is strong enough to conquer her fears, conquer her emotions. She is strong enough to break all chains, boundaries and set herself free, before her soul leaves her body. She knows she has to do this and so she is still alive. Her dream is a reason to live, her dream is what she will live, and so she is still awake. Wide eyed in the middle of the night, planning and thinking and dreaming and wondering, her sheer imaginations, in her eyes, sparkling bright!

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Her hands pained no more. She held the knife tight in her hands, and her fingers bled. She was about to do something she should not be doing. She was committing a sin. She was killing herself, her dream. She was taking away a beautiful life of a beautiful girl, which God had made for her. God had blessed her with life, but she was not ready for it. Her eyes were red and swollen, her skin twitching every inch. Her skull was exploding with pain, and the rest of her body was numbed. Her temples overly exposed the stressed nerves and sweat trickled down them. She cried no more, but looked into the space without looking. Something stopped her, held her there. Her life was not ready to leave her. She was not strong enough to commit a sin so bad!

You would not do it if you were strong.

A small voice in her head whispered.

You have a dream, your ego, and your soulful life. You can live that dream, you can live your imagination, you fearless stubborn girl!

The voice continued. But she was bothered; she was bothered with some flashes of memories, those visions in front of her. The hateful faces, the loveless people, drained all energy out. She gritted her teeth and groaned with pain, as chills ran down her spine. The numbness left her skin. And she felt her hands wet with blood. She pulled up the knife to her wrist. I hate seeing blood. I hate anything vulnerable. I am a warrior. I will fight to live this life. I have a DREAM. I am egoistic enough to live my dream before my soul leaves. I am not weak. And the knife fell from her clasp, with a dull clink on the ground, now a pool of red. She flinched at the sight. She was dizzy. She had to cry, to let her tears out.

So she did.

The whole night.

But she lived.

And she lived her dream too….

 

By Kashaf Shaikh – A Word Warriors Blog 

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By Patty Wolters – Kruidje-Roer-Me-Niet

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To dream
to fly to wish

To think to see to feel

Slipping into ethereal realm

Surrendering from real

To land of limitless possibilities

Of adventures far and free

No one to stop my imagination
Not even me…
Conquering impossibility

Flying through bluest skies

Soaring along wake of raging seas

To dip my toes in tropical sand

Or kiss my love on offered hand

To dream to explore to believe

To seek to adventure to be…

No matter how big or vast
the mind can see the paths

At night when drifting deep

Subconscious playground of sleep

To dream to ponder to play

Where thoughts go to stay…

And roll through ideas, wishes

The lists of endless bliss

Sometimes we bury in daylight

Allowed to resurface at night

When our walls are down

Our truths come out
the “if only” and “what ifs”
should and could haves

Uninhibited desires

Love quests, inner fire

That light the heart

The mind, the soul

And when we wake
unhindered, unlocked

We have the chance

To make it real

The power…

All our own

By Emily Clapper – Poet Girl Em

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While Gregg, Meg, and Creg were busy arguing who’s going to be the best chicken, Pegg was lost in his contemplation.

“I’m not going to be a chicken, rooster, or any ordinary cock”, he thought. “I’m going to be extraordinary; surpassing what is expected of me. I will be a peacock!”

In this world, nothing is too impossible. Your dream is the only limit, so dream BIG!

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By Alpe John – The Juandering Artist

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When you go to sleep at night,

That’s when your dreams awake,

They dance and sing in your heart and mind,

They take your sorrow away.

Your dreams are precious so keep them alive,

Even in your darkest hour,

Think of them, they’ll give you a smile,

And fill you with renewed power.

It may be difficult at times,

But if you keep believing,

The cloud will clear and your dreams would shine,

And put an end to all your grieving.

You just need to put your faith in them,

Allow it to fuel you,

Your hard work and effort will pay in the end,

That’s when your dreams will come true.

By Michelle Joseph from Psychedelic Bay

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The power to turn one’s dream into reality lies within the heart of those who prioritize in helping others achieve theirs… Build bridges, life ain’t a highway.

 – Cezane

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Expressions Crossing Continents

Color of My Tears

Color of My Tears

often, my eyes bleed

I bleed with no open wounds

for the color of my tears

so serene, so selfless

they fail to see my pain

their vision incapable

to see me bleed

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A Soul Worthy of Art

A Soul Worthy of Art

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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A Different Kind of Smile

A Different Kind of Smile

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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Last Night Together

Last Night Together

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 their last night together

tomorrow, he shall leave

to return

never

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Loneliness in the Sky

Loneliness in the Sky

A million stars twinkling together

spreading merry, showing delight

still

how lonely could the sky become

how gloomy the grey could ever be

it’s a secret too deep

only

the Moon can reveal

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Layers distancing

Layers distancing

we were distanced

by the closeness between us

we were unhappy

for happiness that didn’t belong to us

we were crying from the inside

presenting fake smiles to the world

we drowned in pain

when we tried to dive into each other

we were filled, bubbled by the hollow

too many layers between us, parting our hearts

still all this while, never were we permitted

the unbearable pressure of the society

forcing our frames, to remain together

to do nothing but to put a fake face

behind which

we were to shed tears countless

embarrassing our happiness

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A Yum Mum

A Yum Mum

Yum!! I am a Yum Mum

my children taste my flavor

I am sweet and extra sweet sometimes

like chocolate pastries and candies

sugar drips off my words

as my children dive into the sweetness

out of my many tastes

sour is sometimes prominent

like a grape or a sour candy

my children squeeze tight their eyes

make faces to this taste

I accept I am bitter at times

true, I don’t relish it myself

my children agree to that too

I taste like berries, I taste like gum

sometimes I am a pizza, which is real fun

each taste, every flavor

my children relish, they live it with me

for they tell me every night before bed

how they are in love with me

tasty I am to them

Sure ! I am a Mum… A Yum Mum

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I get to live my dream

I get to live my dream

as I take the flight of imagination

million musings with bright colors

sway loose, dance in my mind

making rainbow of beautiful poems

containing all possible emotions

as they put me to work

I hold a quill, fuel it with ink

ready with the paper of my heart

to be carved with gold

each time I decorate it with words glorious

I get to live my dream

I get to live, my dream of writing

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The Green Girl

The Green Girl

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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Let’s Challenge our Failures

Let’s Challenge our Failures

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. The question is should we be shy to share them?

Aren’t are failures form a ladder to climb up to our success. Aren’t our failures equally important?  Should we not come out with our stories of falling down to give lessons to others?

I am sure, everyone’s favorite are the success stories. They are full of fancy and gives us an eye to imagine ourselves being successful. But, I strongly feel that we must 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 with us and let’s hear what others have in store! Leave a comment below.

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

mySestina

Envy & Grace

Envy & Grace

two sisters – unborn

dreaming together in the womb

holding each other’s hand

fondly in love, even before birth

sharing the sack

the fluid they gulped into their lungs

sharing every thought, each moment

be it happiness, pain or love

flawlessly playing their part

blooming a relationship wonderful

the sisters finally took birth

still unaware of the sadness of the world

sigh..

the cruel teachings of the inhumane

made them part their path

for one of them grew up as Ms. Grace

the other was named Ms. Envy

need more to be told of this story?

how two loving souls

doomed

to turn forver

into enemies

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An Awed whisper to Death

An Awed whisper to Death

he came back home just yesterday

united with his beloved wife

excited to see her belly grown to the full

tiny baby was about to come

the following morning, the phone rang

they called for him cancelling his leave

his country needed him, he was a soldier brave

the neighbor country had announced the war

with a heavy heart, he left home again

promising his wife, to be back soon enough

to welcome a new life to this world

to build his own, small beautiful world

the war had declared thousands dead

there were screams all around the border

there were unstopping explosions

his gun loaded, he faced the enemy with courage

a rain of bullets from the opposite side

just one, was enough to hit him in the chest

piercing his skin, poisoning his heart

he fell on the ground gasping for his breath

he vision went blank, only dark he could see

in that moment, he thought of his unborn baby

how eagerly his wife must be waiting

he spoke to Death in an awed whisper

begging for a little more time to live

sigh! 

the cruel war had swallowed his soul

he had to die

without welcoming his beloved child

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The Junkyard

The Junkyard

for their little left worth

to be sold, for few pennies

Junk, sitting in the Junkyard

a wooden chair with a broken arm

its fabric stinking of some heavy metal

an air conditioner with its compressor broken

the plug on it’s wire missing, at the end

books from the past, their paper turned yellow

with many missing pages, their covers all torn

a bike with its handle twisted

tyres deflated, the paddles jammed

broken toys of all sorts and shapes

a little horse, a train and a few barbie dolls

Junk in the Junkyard lying without any life

spider’s net covering some of it

layers of dust covering it all

it may be, of little worth today

or may be, of no worth at all

yet, the Junkyard holding it all so dearly

not wanting to let go any of it

because it has held the junk for so long

the Junkyard NOW

ONLY COMPLETE with the Junk

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a tiny portion of something big

a tiny portion of something big

staring stunned at the stars in the sky

imagining the size of the universe infinite

questioning values of my little existence

amazed, I thought to myself

I am a tiny portion of something big

sitting at the beach, watching the ocean endless

looking at the waves showing no mercy

rising to heights, reaching the sky

amazed, I thought to myself

I am a tiny portion of something big

closing my eyes as I got ready to pray

imagining the power of true God divine

sensing his masterly manner to run this world

amazed, I thought to myself

I am a tiny portion of something big

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Aren’t they Creating a living Hell

Aren’t they Creating a living Hell

politics driven in the name of religion

countries being broken

the world divided into bits & pieces

communities pushed to demand autonomy greater

leaving the humanity wounded, bleeding to death

a few kings ruling the rest of the millions

gripping the power, never let it leave their hands

feeding young minds to walk against their own will

pushing them to shed blood, feasting on it

a dirty, rotten game of the thrones

played in the dark by the darkest of the minds

building up a hell on this very earth

rather, making the earth itself

a living Hell

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Colors of the Sky

Colors of the Sky

I stood on the top of the mountain

my arms wide open inviting the sky

its light blue color showering serenity

reflecting a glow peaceful, so calm

seeing me consuming its beauty so gently

the sky decided to tease me a little

throwing a party, it invited the clouds

changing its color from light blue to black

dark clouds smiled invited the lightening

with a flash of light tiny drops started to fall

I felt the drizzle on my face so soft

closed my eyes, my arms still wide open

I stood there hugging

pretty colors of the sky

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mySestina Dreampack

mySestina Dreampack

dare I today to go ahead and dream

dare I today to Dream of a Dreampack

to consist of a world must we create

A world so full of compassion, genuineness

With no hatred in the hearts staying there

Where sorrow is never to follow no one

Loneliness to have no place to survive

Merriment and giggles spread all around

A world where no one ever to sleep hungry

With a home to belong to every soul

Warm clothes to save skin from freezing

Cool breeze to soothe from the burning sun

A Dreampack to offer eternal love

Where souls connect with their soul mate

Holding each other in their arms so loving

Their eyes to see the reflection of each other

Lips to kiss, to speak the words of affection

They would cry together if they must

Laughter to be shared eating dinner together

Never to cause hurt, no harm in any form..

The Dreampack to consist of another dream

A place where we can see the nature glowing

lush green trees, no cemented towers

pure water to fall from the mountains

to bathe mother earth, make it flourish

animals don’t need to die of human greed

they too have a home to make their young ones to sleep

a river to flow for each one of them

together they all to drink water with no poison

My Dreampack to have much more on the list

Am I asking for a little too much

Must I not make any sacrifice

Must I include as much as I want

After all

It’s a Dreampack

Must I not, deny it

Of any Dreams, I may ever Dream of

***

Huge thanks to my Dear friend – Patty Wolters of Kruidje-Roer-Me-Niet to inspire me to build this Dreampack.

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Selfless Tears

Selfless Tears

I cry of pain, I cry of joy

tears, never leaving my side

eager to fall down from my eyes so deep

to roll down softly through my cheeks

evaporating even before reaching my chin

showing their love selfless, to me

I become, a better ME, for my tears

they absorb all my anger, all my pain

dissolve it all in a little salt of them

cleanse my soul throwing out themselves

I feel much better, I feel so fresh

after a hearty cry, when I’ve shed a few tears

negativity that’s piled up inside for years

gets to release in a moments few

sometimes I wonder sitting & thinking

the wonder of these eyes, the magic of these tears

could I ever have possibly

made it this far

could I ever have possibly

done without them?

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The True Meaning of Writing

The True Meaning of Writing

Writing is the best way

to take one’s emotions out..

Rather than be revengeful

towards our pain

we must politely print it on paper

to make it less effective

most writers have been through

a little or much pain in their lives

& this is how they choose to write

to vent it out

**

Much Thanks to my dear Queen Bee to make me realize the importance of this wonderful thing

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Dear Fellow Bloggers – mySestina has fallen in Love with YOU

Dear Fellow Bloggers – mySestina has fallen in Love with YOU

My dear fellow bloggers! 

This post today is very special and close to my heart. I am going to share a little about my blogging journey and how it has changed me to become a better person with love and support from all you amazing souls. I promise, to keep it as short as possible.. wink..

As I started my blogging journey 3 months back, I clearly I had a motto which was completely different from what my motto is today. Three months back, I meant to have more number of likes, more comments on my posts and more followers. 

That time, I wrote this post Motto of We Bloggers. Please take some time to read through it.

Today, after receiving such tremendous response from all of you, I have reached a stage where my Motto as as blogger is not just to reach your computer screens, it is now to reach your hearts.

When you follow me so genuinely, it drives me to bring a smile to your face. It drives me to share your pain and ease you in your rough days. YOU, drive me to become a better person, a person who is in love with all of you. A person who has started taking pleasure in investing time to write posts everyday to reach to you, to say a little hello, to read your beautiful comments.

Love, clearly changes the definition of our expectations. It makes us a different person who is no more selfish and is more giving. 

I take pride today to announce how glad I am to be a part of this wonderful blogging community. How happy I feel to be connected to all of you and to be a part of such a wonderful family where all of us have actually started to care for each other.

Believe me my friends, the credit goes to YOU.

With tears of love and joy in my eyes, I want to say THANK YOU.

mySestina

Zigyasa Kakkar

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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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A Name not to Stay

A Name not to Stay

sea shore shyly smiled

as it fell in love with the waves

as they flowed to kiss it gently

to make it drench

to feel caressed

the sea shore madly in love

imprinted

the name of its lover

on the flowing water

how silly of it

not to realize

the name it wrote

shall stay for not long

every blow of the waves

as they would come

to kiss the sea shore

will erase

their own name

written on the heart

of the sea shore

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Let’s Be Humans Again

Let’s Be Humans Again

aspire to grow soft wings to fly

must we keep our feet on the ground

wish to earn those coins of gold

must we not let the greed flow along

earn the power to be that warior

must we remain with a heart still gentle

if ever we feel the need to shed tears

must we not make a sound about the same

a father mus’nt forget, he’s a son as well

let us all give it a try

to build a world so beautiful

where the power supreme is humanity

let us all be humans again

let’s go back to our originality

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an Island Magical

an Island Magical

where, there would be

flowers of all kinds

there, where we will have

LOVE to bind

where, there shall be

no place for pain

there, where we will have

happiness to rain

where, there everyone

will get to LIVE their dream

there, where each soul

is eager to GIVE

am I imagining

a place Unimaginable

is it possible

to have this place on earth

or can we only get to see it

in the heaven of the almighty

are we all not tired

of this old world of ours

are we all not craving

for a fresh & peaceful

an Island so Magical

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Dear Bloggers – Let us all be Related

Dear Bloggers – Let us all be Related

I promise all my readers a sweet little smile

I promise to take very little of your time

I promise to keep my post short and crisp

I promise to try to leave a message for you to think

I promise to make you read without your eyes to blink

I promise to share secrets deep inside my mind

I promise to build a bond with all your souls kind

I promise to put in an effort to give you a great read

I promise to read your posts, yes I shall pay heed

& in return

could I please ask you all for something

You and Me, must we both make a promise

Let us today take a step further to blogging

Let us not just be known to each other

Let us move towards to be much more

Let us all just fall in love with each other

Like a one beautiful big family 

Let us all be RELATED

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My Loneliness

My Loneliness

in a jungle

deep and dense

by the bank

of an overflowing  river

under the tree

with a thousand shadows

surrounded

by disturbingly noiseless woods

lost

in my own emptiness

I call for my lonliness

to come see me

for They

shall never

be able to find us here

 here

my loneliness and I

shall

rest in peace

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