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 realize
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
pretty flowers around, lush green trees
colors of the rainbow, waves in the sea
a few amongst many, gifts of the nature
my senses can feel, my eyes can see
still one thing
overwhelms me
selfless and gentle
surrounds me every moment
fills me deep
holds me, embraces me
the power that it stores
one can only feel
the beauty of the air
giving us life
yet never wanting
to be seen
for once in my life
I wanna fly
for once in my life
I wanna close my eyes
close my eyes and dream
for once in my life
I wanna bloom like a rose
for once in my life
I wanna go really bold
go bold and dare it all
for once in my life
I wanna dive
dive into the secrets of the ocean
for once in my life
I wanna be an ocean myself
an ocean of dreams
an ocean of emotions
an ocean with a million secrets
an ocean full of life
where imagination goes high
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
they leave me bewildered, puzzled
each time, every moment
constant argument, an endless debate
between my heart and brain
i wonder which one to follow
for my brain wants to be a perfectionist
my heart tells me to be natural – at times naive
wind, now soothing against my face
and then fierce against my skin
flowers, now blooming inviting honey bees
and then leaving life, petals dried & dull
the soil, fertile, rich now
and then dry, bringing a drought
butterflies, now sleeping in cocoons
and then flapping those wings in a hurry
mountains, wearing the white sheet of snow
and then naked, letting the rivers to flow
trees, standing in silence patiently
and then swaying to the ruthlessness of the storm
rain, now bringing merriment to lives
and then voilent, turning into floods devastating
waves, bringing passion to the beach
and then showing their rage of tsunami
I wonder, so Curious I am
of the two faces of the mother nature
someone help me understand
be kind to feed my inquisitiveness
which is real and what’s pretending to be real
is it Life – the ultimate truth of our existence
or
is it Death – that holds the key
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
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
tears of excitement filled her eyes
even before placenta could relieve her frame
she had forgotten already the excruciating pain
in that moment she felt complete
held the tiny soul in her arms, watched her crying
she offered her breast to the tiny mouth
the baby first struggled then started to suckle
that’s when the woman became a mother
I am looking at the stats of my fellow bloggers. The numbers obviously are way much better than mine. I ask myself, why do I not have such great numbers. Why do my posts don’t get as many likes as other’s posts get. I even do a bit of a research on their blog.
Thinking of the same, I could feel in 2 possible ways :-
If I choose option 1, I could feel inspired to achieve the same for my blog. This is a healthy approach. It would help my blog to grow without a doubt. I will try to learn the strategy and the pattern looking at other’s blogs. I will try to incorporate things that I see them doing and work towards my numbers to boom up.
Option 2, will surely take me nowhere. Rather than trying to rise myself, I will try to find out ways to put other’s blog down. I could do anything depending upon my capabilities, but it surely will have a negative impact on my blog too. I will start to waste my time rather than utilizing it for a better purpose.
So, my dear friends, the choice is ours. To feel Inspired or being Jealous.
Let us all choose the healthy option to achieve more in life and to help others at the same time.
mySestina
I tell myself, I’m strong
I am, I really am
but then, a human again
the ocean of emotions in me
handling the high tide
handling the still, sometimes
the loneliness in its womb
growing, becomes killing…
then
I see around
with my heart open and accepting
souls around me, filled with love
dripping beauty
kindness and purity
offering love, that’s selfless
love, that’s not leaving me ever
it’s your love
soothing me
staying by my side
holding my back
kissing me gently
embracing me in its warmth
words would never be enough
I wonder, if i could thank you all enough
EVER
****
mySestina
Sometimes, we just get tired of the situations, no matter how hard we try, things just don’t seem to work. I am writing this post with tears in my eyes, not able to understand the fate and the destiny. Failing to find love in life, right from the beginning, right from the childhood, love deprived teenage, and the story continued..
Now, trying to find love in blogging. With all your beautiful comments, words of inspiration, things you say that bring a smile to my face even when I am in my worst of the moods. Your love inspires me to keep going. All your encouraging words tell me to fight and never give up. I feel as if you all are just by my side, holding my hand, telling me softly – “It will work out dear, please don’t up.”
Emotional mySestina
My Brain is in the hands of an Expert
That Expert is my Heart
So what, if they call me a fool
I would rather die so
****
mySestina
the Executioner at work
his first day of the horrendous job
from now on he is to be paid for doing
what’s considered a crime for the rest to do
a long queue of criminals had been set
waiting in horror, to be hung by their necks
the rage in their eyes for him was obvious
for he was to pull the lever for no enmity with them
his legs trembled to the command of the king
to go ahead and mask them all
for it was going to be an unpleasant sight
of tongues hanging loose and eyes popped out
he gathered courage to perform his first
ready to pull the iron lever with a little rust
in a flick of a second a body lost the ground under its feet
before it’s spirit made its way towards the sky
the executioner could feel it brushing his body
leaving him frozen, haunted
as if it were to come back for Revenge
horrified, the executioner wanted to escape
not wanting to perform this job again
sadly, he was not presented with a choice
he kept still, remained professionally silent
not allowing his eyes to wear any emotion
he waited for the next body to be in place
& he was ready to pull the rusted lever yet again
a vice or no?
they decided not to listen to me
ignored my presence cruelly
I was told
I wasn’t worthy of any attention
must I say, it was a setback
brought me the days blue
many nights unusually dark
but, was I to stay so forever?
the good in me introduced me to hope
about them, I didn’t care anymore
amazingly I started to develop feathers
my aspirations gradually turned them to wings
I took my time to learn to fly
THEY were furious to see me in the sky
yet, they could do me no harm then
for I wasn’t wanting them to be my audience
I followed the path that made me believe in me
I followed the hope that gave me beauty
today, as I stood to make my speech
all of them gathered to give me honor
it didn’t matter anymore if anyone would listen
I had discovered a way much better
I started listening to my own self
image source
#poetry #selfconfidence #inspiration
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
——-
image source : google
Wise enough, he made friends with Wisdom
Quick enough, he took his steps to beat time
Young enough, he had energy unmatched
Smart enough, he spoke his words with care
Bright enough, he had the light within
he was everything, to have lead the world
never stopped, to build his ship of dreams
tireless efforts, those sleepless nights
never failed to sew the wings he would fly with
yet, in the end
it plunged into his back
scattered all that he had gathered
piercing his dreams, hit him in the face
could it be more cruel – the Fork of his Fate
#poetry #fate
I wasn’t born worthy
my fate with a dark face
hovered over my head
challenging me
looking into my eyes
made fun of my determination
once, it even spoke to me
forcing me to give in
to accept what’s written for me
was I a fool? no I wasn’t
despite of my many falls
I wasn’t scared, I didn’t stop
my dreams were stronger, much bigger
they gave meaning to my existence
my fate screamed hard at me
with all its force, pulled me to it
still, my will showed me the light
bright enough to make me rise
guess what happened next
defeating my fate
I wrote my own Destiny
*****
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
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
image source : google
The greatest of tales as narrated by TIME
Witnessed to go beyond eternity
it’s about a journey
That started with a little warmth
A magical experience so soothing and calm
Minutes passed and then did hours
Gradually, the warmth turned Cruel to heat unbearable
Species of all kind, started to pale
The journey slowed down, even came to a halt
Life was about to declare its extinct
Glaring up to the sky with hands two folded
They decided to pray for a little mercy
It happened then – a secret miracle
The Sun metamorphosed to a Moon
Bringing a breeze to shower the life
The Orange started to turn into white
There was no heat, the journey was smooth
Life, taking its time to relish the cool
Inevitable, the cool progressed to freeze
They all had to wake up from their dream
Once more, they all decided to pray
Looked up to the sky, then closed their eyes
Their lips murmured a few words of magic
And the Moon metamorphosed to the Sun
Showering
ELIXIR of LIFE on LIFE
dreams were chased
dreams so lived
dreams got shattered
new dreams being dreamt
fresh dreams now chased
fresh dreams to be lived
fresh dreams turning
reality
*****
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
******
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
#ThumbsUp #poetry
I wonder if the storm be a little orderly
would it be not so loud, so harsh
would it be a little less destructive
would the wind decrease its massive flow
would the tide rise not that high
If only the storm was a little orderly
would it not make the buildings to fall
would it not gulp lives too many
would a little more be spared from its wrath
If only the storm was a little orderly
the bridges may develop a few cracks
yet they won’t break completely
they would still allow the cars to pass
If only the storm was a little orderly
I would still find my wife and children back
for they wouldn’t end up being in the storm’s mouth
I would still find them standing under the tree
waiting for me
only if the storm was a little orderly
the storm sure, would loose its power
the power to become gigantic
It wouldn’t have turned into a STORM at all
If only the storm had learnt
to be a little orderly
#poetry #storm #orderly
i wonder why
i feel light like a feather
i feel the light in my heart
don’t need a reason to smile
i am beautiful from the inside
i glow like shining gold
i shimmer like a gleaming diamond
the scent of my body fragrant without any flowers
my eyes shine with zeal
don’t need any wings to fly
i am no more what i were
o dear is this your love
what you’ve done to me
the boy on the door to deliver a parcel
looked no older than eleven years
wore a torn cap, no laces on his shoes
the buttons on his shirt, mostly missing
first he offered the package to me
and then a ledger with a pen
“would you please sign against your name Ma’am”
while I signed, I asked him how old was he
“I am not sure Ma’am, my mother never told me”
where was his mother, my heart forced me to ask
“I never saw her, she died the day I was born”
my heart broke, the ground slipped under my feet
I asked him since when he was working, doing deliveries
like a hard blow on my face his innocent answer came
“I have been working since the day I GREW UP Ma’am”
as he turned to leave he said to me in pain
“I was never a child Ma’am, I never had a childhood“
that parcel is still sitting in my room unopened
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
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
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
#poetry #junkyard
words inspire
words conspire
they can make one win
they can make one sin
words can hurt
words can heal
they can mend
they can break
love, they can contain
they dominate
potential of words is beyond compare
let’s choose our words with care
let’s bring a smile to someone’s face
let’s make this world a meaningful place
#Poetry #WordPower #Words
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
did I plan to suffer
no I didn’t
did I make friends with pain
no I didn’t
did I tell my eyes to cry
no I didn’t
did I ask you to be mine
yes, I did
& you said ‘No’
***
#poetry #heartbreak
I didn’t let my eyes
to shed any tears
I kept all my pain
inside
I smiled
to the world
faking
my happiness
but could never
this heart of mine
****
who filled my glass
didn’t they know
I am drunk already!
how silly of them
to fill my glass
& that too
of my favourite wine
now
must I finish
for I strongly believe in
utilising, not wasting
lol… truly drunk I am
if only they had discovered a magical sphere
with a little space to fit me in
I would fasten all my seat belts carefully
for a journey to be traveled to pure my soul
to beat the light for its unbeatable speed
Yes, I would travel Back in Time
I would amend all the wrongs I have done
I would un- break the heart that I broke once
I would stop those ugly words in my throat
words that separated her from me
I would kiss her, caress her and just not stop
I am worthy of her blame
I didn’t do it when I had the chance
I would tell her, I love her a zillion times
I didn’t say it when she craved for those words
I would do everything to undo the hurt
wouldn’t let her cry those precious tears
would hold her tight, not let her go
would soothe her anxiety, soothe her soul
only if they had discovered a magical sphere
that could make me travel, back in time
I would rush to her, wouldn’t make any delay
to bring her back, to make her mine
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
lost in his thoughts, he couldn’t think much that morning
lost in his thoughts, he caught the wrong train
still lost in his thoughts, he took a vacant seat
lost in his thoughts, he didn’t see people around
lost in his thoughts, he didn’t know where to get down
lost in his thoughts, didn’t hear the baby crying next to him
lost in his thoughts, he didn’t notice something ticking under his seat
in a moment, a severe explosion hit the train
the man suddenly, woke up from his thoughts
but
is now lost
in the ashes of the bomb blast
remember? he caught the wrong train
while being lost in his thoughts
******
I am confused.. this is sort of a happy confusion rather..
Am I depressed or am I inspired?.. I guess I have learnt a way and it is absolutely magical!
I have seen my depression giving birth to my inspiration. Every time I felt low, it inspired me to write about something positive. The pain urged me to find out a way to convert itself into happiness. And that’s what I did. I tried to inspire myself and everyone around to be kind, supportive and stay connected with each other through my posts on WordPress.
The Blogging Series that I published recently is also a product of me fighting with depression. Following is the list of all the blogging series posts for which I received phenomenal response –
Every time I defeated my depression by writing an inspirational post. Your support made me write more to spread the positive energy around and to get help from it and at the same time helping others.
I guess, I won… and you helped me with the same. I made my depression to work the best possible way for me.
Fantastic! Isn’t it?
mySestina
you don’t just follow me, I don’t just follow you
you connect to me, I connect to you
you see that affection in me, and I in you
you come talk your heart, when I listen to you
you close your eyes, I’m dreaming of you
no, I got nothing to hide, I got the feeling to show you
I don’t know how all this happened
you liked me
and I fell in love with you
__
to all my dear fellow bloggers.. I love You… come join the Blogger’s Pool and help each other grow and to increase traffic on your beautiful blogs
We all want to see our blogs growing. More readers, more followers, more likes and a lot of traffic. Most of us love blogging, that’s why we are here. We start to enjoy the blogging world and in a way our blog becomes really precious to us, as if it is our baby. But, a baby needs to be nurtured properly to grow and to be good at the things he or she needs to learn.
Now, how do we nurture our baby blog to make it a successful big blog?
The answer is very simple.. by following good and smart practices. Let me point out a few here with respect to making use of the Community Pool and Daily Prompt Post by WordPress –
Hope this helps! I wish you all a lot of contentment with respect to your blogging experience.
Cheers!
Today, I just wish to close my eyes
I want peace, I need a little warmth
A moment of mine when I feel blessed
Just a little bit of shine of my share
I just need to be embraced
I need a warm hug
Tell me my dear
Could you hold me against your chest!
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 up mountain
at a slow and a steady pace
will reach the top, the day will come
in my hands will I have my fate
They don’t allow me peace
I have done nothing to harm
I have given myself selflessly
Nothing that I ask for
For all this trouble, so many arguments
I wonder sometimes
If I am better alone
I better should find some peace
In my loneliness
***
mySestina
No matter how thick is the Ice
It is bound to melt with a little Heat
Make use of the heat in you
stay determined
mySestina
A very special letter from a wife to her husband.. a must read..
Dear Husband,
Now that I am away from you and on my way to a life without you, I want to take this opportunity to share something very special with you.
You know our lives together were not happy. You were always busy with your needs and never cared for our relationship. I am sure that you understand, that I tried my best to involve you with me, I always craved for those special moments with you, I wished for your love every moment and died a thousand deaths when I didn’t get your response, I did my best and tried not to complain of your behavior to you, I cried silently many nights lying right beside you and you never paid heed, I even tried telling you how lonely I was getting and asked for your help. But, I never could win you. I could never win your attention. I never could win your love.
You must be surprised to know that I am writing this letter to you to thank you. I have no complaints now. I cursed my life every moment when I was in pain and when you didn’t care at all. But today, I feel that I am a much stronger and powerful person. It is because in the last 15 years of our marriage, you have prepared me for each and every blow that life could bring on. I feel alive one again as I have left you and I am now ready to face this world at the age of 45 all by myself. I could not have done if you didn’t give me enough tests in my life when I stayed with you.
Obviously, you made my life hell, but now that I am over you, I am beyond all hardships of life.
Your wife
(who has now left you for good)
Sitting in the community park with birds chirping around me. My daughter playing and running around calling out my name every now and then. Wind blowing gently to help me feel great. Squirrels coming close and then running away from me. Ants on the ground moving in a row. Sun playing hide and seek in the clouds. I am at peace, feeling relaxed.
Now this is what I call happiness!
Challenge – A Magical word indeed!
It has a deep impact on all of us in some way at all stages of our lives. Challenge must always be used to our advantage. This can happen if we take it in a positive manner.
If we observe closely, we use it everyday in our lives. It increases our capacity to handle the problem or a situation. Our brain adapts to the challenge given to us and boosts us to go for it the stronger way. i.e. Any normal day, someone goes to work in a train. He/she has to catch a train by 9 and they prepare themselves accordingly. A change in job requires them to start taking the train at 8. One hour early in the morning could be a challenge. Now, this is where we take the challenge and increase our capability to do things. When we have to accept the challenge, we go for it with double the force and achieve things which we never thought we could.
Challenge help us to raise our kids the strong way. Encouragement is another form of challenge. When our kids are not feeling confident about doing something, we push them gently and positively towards the same. This is how they accept the challenge and go for it. Small things like climbing up the ladder, learning to ride a bike, reciting a poem in front of their class, facing other kids bullying them at school etc.
I challenge myself everyday when it comes to my life. Be it the blogging part, handling kids, taking care of the household, shopping, cooking… the list shall never end.
So, my dear friends, let’s challenge ourselves positively and make the bet use of it in our lives.
Let’s play a game..
Answer these 2 simple questions –
The answer to the second question will make you think and observe closely as to why people follow you, what is it that made them follow you and you can work in the direction of achieving more followers in a powerful way.
Start doing what works best for you. You are the best judge to your blog!
Cheers!
mySestina
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:
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. Work 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 builds 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 too”
Cheers to Blogging!!
We can not expect everyone to understand and agree with our view points and hence criticism is obvious at each step of our lives. What does criticism do to us in the blogging world is completely in our own hands.
We publish here on WordPress and people come back with their valuable comments and suggestions. Now, the same could be in agreement or disagreement.
We could choose to let the criticism destroy our good mood or we could choose to have a debate and try to explain our point to get the other person thinking. Giving a few examples to support our thoughts is always helpful. There is still no guarantee that the other person will get impressed, which is absolutely fine and must be taken in a healthy manner. We must be open to understand the other person’s point of view as well.
Now that was healthy criticism. There is another form of criticism that many of us may have faced here on WordPress. This is something that does not allow you to debate or do anything about it. Frankly speaking, I fail to understand this kind.
I will give you a live example. There is someone who has been commenting on my posts in an unacceptable way. Saying filthy things which are completely out of the context. This person has even gone to an extent to create a website with a name similar to mine (mySestina) and has been commenting bad things. He/She has also commented through other names and I know it is the same person as I have the IP address for their computer.
The question is whether do I get affected by such behavior? Well, my answer is NO. I simply choose to not respond to such comments as I don’t believe in killing my good self for someone who doesn’t even understand their own purpose. They are simply wasting their time to upset others rather than utilizing it for their own good. I personally feel that they don’t even deserve my attention and time.
Hence, whether is criticism is healthy or not, we must choose to not let it disturb us in any way. We must remain calm in both the cases and should embrace the same to become a better person. It obviously makes us a person with a better control over our emotions!
How do you feel? I welcome you all to share your views on criticism.
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Remember! your participation could inspire someone!
Thanks a lot!
Dear friends,
We all know how much we value each other.
The idea here is to show our love towards fellow bloggers.
Would you be so kind to share top 3 bloggers you have come across here on WordPress with whom you feel connected. Name them and let them know how much you care for them. It sure would be an amazing way to pay regards and spread more love around by letting each other know about it.
Leave the names and a link to their website in the comment section.
I request you to help mySestina with this mission of Empowering Bloggers Community.
Cheers!!
Shed
For days
she wandered
along the trails
in the woods
darkened
by life trials
she only knew
she was leaving
not from where
nor where to
following rolling twists
her destination moved
contorting her path
tangled by thorns
shadowed by death
and as she snaked her way
she morphed into decay
unrecognizable she changed
step by step, faded away
her lives shed, skin fled
years fell thudding
to the ground
she chose
to let them go
and slowly she rose
lighter, free
unencumbered
to the precipice
through branches scratches
the sun peeked,
the view steep
and she broke through
to the top,
anew
reborn, resurrected
fresh form formed
from the death
of her lives before
and from now on,
from each step
grass, life, breath
grew
Emily Clapper
~ from PoetGirlEm (Link to blog)
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Fire…
It surrounded us from every side. We tried to fight, but there’s no escaping it.
Insatiable it was. Inch by inch it licked the ground until it was so close we can feel its heat.
It sustains life.
But how can it be so cruel and unforgiving at the same time?
We did or best, didn’t we? But I guess it was not enough. No use resisting now. All there’s left to do is to succumb to what fate has destined…
We embraced each other as the flames draw near. We’re going to die, that’s for certain now, but we’ll die holding each other. There’s solace in that, I guess. At least, nobody’s left behind…
First, it caught them. Then her. Then all of us together.
Everybody cried, but nobody screamed.
This is it… I watched as we were consumed and fell to the ground.
Looking back, it was a happy journey, I’m glad I took it.
“Hope is lost”.
Those were the last words that left my lips. I closed my eyes, ready to face the end.
And as I was about to give my last breath, I heard a voice.
It was so faint. Even fainter than a whisper.
But still it was audible.
“Is it?”
Suddenly I felt a peculiar warmth inside me. It was not the flames; it was something different.
I opened my eyes, and life surged back to my body, filling my bones, arms legs, and consciousness with that strange warmth. It was odd, but familiar at the same time.
It was hope!
My dearest companions were there too, not everyone, but I know they’ll be with us someday. Then we will be complete again. And somehow we were different.
REBORN from the flames, we were glowing, like ember but brighter. The fires that I thought was our deathbed, has instead birthed us new life. Even stronger than before.
Away bird of wisdom and soar new heights!
AlpeJohn
~ from JUANDERING ARTIST (Link to blog)
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Desire to be born again
I need to wash away the dust in my eyes
It made my vision blurred
I couldn’t see the truth
I need to cleanse my thoughts of evil
My cravings, my desires
How greed filled me, empowered me
I need to run away from the shadows of the ghosts
Dark and dull filling in the air
I need the sun to swallow the clouds
That were cold, heartless & gloomy
Crawling their way to my heart
I need to wake up from the deep sleep
The sleep that’s turning me into what I am not
I just need to be free of all boundaries
No objections, no limitations for me
I just want to be pure like a child
I just desire to be born again
~ Zigyasa Kakkar from Mysestina (Link to blog)
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Seed, plant, fruit, seed
Water, steam, rain, water
Sun, Day, Moon, Night
Circle of Life
Seed, egg, fruit
Baby, Child, Teenager
Adult, Senior, Death
Do you recognize that feeling during the day, you wish you could go back to bed and get up for a second time to start the day all over again? Maybe you even long for death, so you can start your whole life all over again. Thriving at the same energy as nature, death seems to be the end for (us) animals. Is it?
Can we only go on through the life of our children?
Is there life after death, a change to be reborn?
Maybe, maybe not.
Regardless what you believe, and many of us think we can, we can’t control the circle of life.
However, we can control how we thrive on natures energy. Not by ending it all, but by daring to change, to grasp chances right in front of you, to lean on another, to open up and by daring to be vulnerable.
We can reborn at any moment we want to.
Patty Wolters
~ from Kruidje-roer-me niet
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Expressions Crossing Continents
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Featured Image and logo by AlpeJohn
in a world so big, in such a big world
i live happily in my miniature world
it’s the world of blogging, it’s the blogging world
it has all, everything it contains
the sun, the moon, the stars, the art
the smiles, the laughs, the tears, the heart
this world is a beautiful place to live in
I’m glad to be a part of this beautiful thing
a mini me, writing and smiling
in the miniature world of blogging
***
sea shore, o sea shore
how you welcome the waves
to make love to you a thousand times
yet to leave you again
sea shore o sea shore
how you offer your calm to someone
to live their loneliness
at the sunset, as they walk on your wet sand
sea shore o sea shore
how you beautify the setting sun
let it glow its soft rays on you
and then to leave you to the dark
sea shore o sea shore
how you mingle with the moon
to consume your serenity
to play the music of the night
then to hand you over to the dawn
sea shore o sea shore
how you enjoy being so giving
and never asking for nothing
sea shore or sea shore
please give me learning to the magic of life
sometimes, I write what I have learnt
at times, I end up learning from my writings
sometimes, I am provoked
to write my inner self
at times, my writings
glow my soul with light..
could anything else be more interesting ever
endless process of birthing each other
both are born, both are mothers
Writings to Learning
Learning to Writings
often these eyes
have shed many tears
careless heart
is the culprit
vulnerable yet stubborn
it refuses any discussions
snatches the permit from brain
to take any decisions
charming yet silly
this heart
ends up breaking itself
never learning
from its mistakes
forever reckless, this heart
&
that’s the beauty of it!
all they could envision is power
the thirst for bloodshed in war
their aim to achieve the throne
aren’t they aware of their sins
yes they are…
ready to jeopardize human existence
turning them into bombs
killing humanity, leaving no place for life
love and kindness begging for mercy
those kings are fake
they are not real
they have no heart
they are not even humans anymore
they are only – hungry politicians
****
when your eyes shall refuse to see no light
when your heart shall not listen to its own beat
when your ears shall refuse to listen to the music of hope
when your hands shall refuse to fold to pray
when your voice shall break to speak the truth
when your lungs shall not breathe the fragrance
when your will shall refuse to take another step
when you shall only feel the darkness all around
then my dear child, I need you to remind yourself
I’m keeping an eye on you
I’m watching you from the sky above
I’m there in you, deep inside your soul
I’m trying every second, to show you the light
I urge you my child – to have faith in me
will you please my dear – have faith in me?
*****
A paper made from wood
It was to be used sooner or later
Kept in a bundle in a shop
With it’s million friends all eager
Then someone came
And bought the bundle
It was so eager to be used
It couldn’t control its hunger
With its million friends it was kept in a drawer
It was somewhere in between the bundle
It would be long for its turn to come
It had to wait so much more
Days passed, then months did
The upper papers got their chances
What would have happened with them
It wondered and wondered until it was it’s own turn then
It was taken out by a child
Kept on a table
On it, the child was making something
It was getting tickled
When the tickling stopped,
It saw there were colors painted on it
Maybe the drawing was considered inappropriate,
Not so good
It had expected itself
To be a painting worth billions,
Well, it was crushed,
And thrown in the dustbin
***
Radha is 10 years old and she is recently started writing poems. 3 of her following poems have already been published on WordPress.
My Shadow My Companion – by Radha
Walking in the Woods – by Radha
Please encourage her!
Understanding the need for blogging is not very difficult once you start doing it. We tend to realize the value of blogging in our lives, once we create a blog of our own and start to publish our work. In a matter of a few days or weeks, a blogger realizes what was he/she missing when they were not blogging.
In a way, we are able to find a fantastic way to let the world be aware of our ideas. The need to be heard and to make a difference in our own lives and to influence others gets satisfied here. When people appreciate our ideas, we feel energized. It gives us mental satisfaction. Our own brain drives us towards achieving that satisfaction.
The fact is that once we start blogging, it is very difficult to stay away or missing even for a few days from our blogs. The need to read other’s posts, the need to write more and publish, makes us miss blogging when we are not doing it. It is always great to come back to the blogging world if we have to take a break from it for any reason.
I just took a day off and guess what! there are so many posts that I missed on. Makes me feel not too good, but I am trying to catch up. Please bear with me my dear fellow bloggers. I am now back and will be back in action from right now itself.
Guess, the need for blogging is just too deep inside me. Do you feel so too?
I am killing my mother
the ghost is now scared of me
mother earth is pained by my needs
she wonders
she would rather have birthed a ghost
but not me – not my race
***
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
as the Light of Love Lit me up
I became Supreme
the God sat by my side
and we looked after the world
**
Dear Beautiful Bloggers,
Please check out this fantastic post “Avoid 5 things if you want to be a successful person”
Hope you enjoy!
mySestina
Hey Guys!!
There are times when I see the number of followers going down than going up and I wonder who must have unfollowed my blog.
It brings to my mind, what made him/her do so?
And, then I start to think that I must find out the reason. It is important for me to know if I have hurt someone or irritated someone in any possible way and I would like to correct that.
So, would you please give me a chance to correct my unintentional mistakes and be kind to let me know in case you plan to unfollow my blog?
I would do anything to make sure that you stay with me. You are important to me and we are all a part of a big family and I surely wouldn’t want to lose any of my dearest Readers.
I am for my readers. I am where I am, for my readers. I love my readers.
mySestina
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
the window
what it told me in the night
I shall not let you see outside
o dear mysestina
search for the answers within
and so I followed…
surprise!
the window changed its stand
when it was day, bright and grand
look out my dear through the world
enough of searching within
now its time
for a perspective
broader than your own self
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 loneliness 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
that morning as I woke up
I had wings like a fairy
white and flawless
someone whispered to me in my ears
her voice soft and mesmerizing
my eyes were still puffy from the sleep
as I rubbed them I tried to see
couldn’t see anything but a light so bright
made me feel like a feather, oh so light
the voice told me “you got it my love”
I bless you with wings, now fly like a dove
I assign you the task to spread divinity
go ahead – be an Angel
last evening i stepped out of my house
through the narrow streets, into a busy local market
to satisfy my craving for an Indian Chinese treat
the hustle bustle of people
carrying shopping bags crossing the bazaar
vendors calling out for customers
took me a little close to my childhood
there i found this sweet boy
selling dumplings for a price unbelievable
packed me 10 pieces for less than half a dollar
i couldn’t help but to observe him as he was packing
along with my dinner, he packed me a smile
as i paid him and started to walk back home
i turned to see him a few times
each time, to see him smiling
for every customer, packing a smile
when the dust in my eyes, through the storm
stole my vision for a few moments
it was when, i saw through the darkness
i became blind long time back
blind to the truth, to the sufferings of others
blind not to see, enormous love i received
blind to the merriment, a child’s giggles could bring
blind to the comforts i was rewarded for free
blind to the peace and resources that surround me
blind, not to discover another myself in me
i rubbed my eyes from the discomfort of the dust
promised to earn back my vision
that was held for a long time till now
by my negativity
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?
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
I get shivers in my spine thinking that we humans are turning into robots. We created technology for our use. To make our lives better and simpler. To keep connected with each other all the time. But the question is, how better or worse are we getting with the comforts offered to us. How well is it helping us and how it is being more powerful than us now.
Pokemon game is a huge hit in the whole world. The negative is that people are getting addictive to it. There have been many accidents reported around the world that happened due to not being able to concentrate on things around you while playing the game. People have even died. Sad!
Mobiles are very popular now a days. We have all sort of applications in our phones to help us every possible way.
There is a movie called “HER” in which the hero falls in love with an Operating System of a computer. It is something unimaginable and horrifying for me to see those days to come.
I am not against technology or being advanced. It surely helps us achieving more and being more capable. But, I am against being completely dependent upon it. Not to use our brains even for simple calculations. Loosing the human connection and increasing our love for gadgets. I am against turning ourselves into robots and being played by the machines now.
It is indeed true if we look at it closely that earlier we directed the machines to do our work and gradually we have made them strong enough to empower us. The machines now are giving us directions. Are we not turning ourselves into Robots?
Tell me, does this scare you as well or am I thinking wrong?
FAMILY brings a sense of security. It has love and affection in store. The unfailing attitude to stand by each other’s side at all stages of life. We all love our families and that’s one thing that makes us as a person. We get strength, courage, love and a lot more from our families.
That’s me (author of mySestina) in the family picture with my brothers. Aren’t they all just stunning! This picture was taken in Jan 2016 in Dubai (UAE). Just looking at this picture brings smile to my face.
Let us all today take out our special family pictures and enjoy them. Let us relish and relive the moments of past. Let us pay a tribute to our families.
Happy smiling family to all my dear friends!
mySestina
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
Dear All,
Please check out this wonderful site by Meenakshi Sethi. A wonderful blog with a lot of emotions! Hope you enjoy her poems…
http://msethi272.wordpress.com
Let’s grow together!
Cheers to Blogging and Supporting each other.
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
it fails, the cuisines in the world
it melts, in my mouth with no effort at all
divine, must I say, as I taste it
I long for it every moment of my life
your kiss – delicious
could you kiss me again my love?
When we think of a mother’s love, the first thing that comes to our mind is UNCONDITIONAL. It is indeed so. We all know that fact. But, today I am going to talk about how a mother could also feel trapped in motherhood. Is it inhuman to say so? Does that mean that she doesn’t love her children anymore? Would you know the answer after listening to the following real life story of a mother (a very close friend of mine)?
Hi, I am Sia and I am a mother of 2 children. I was working with one of the best organizations in the world and was doing very well with my role. I took a break from work to deliver my first child and couldn’t go back and join work because there was no one to take care of the baby and I was not comfortable to leave my child with any stranger. Hence, I stayed back home and decided to take care of the baby.
After a few years, I had another child. I was no doubt a loving mother and completely enjoyed being with both my children and taking care of them. I never missed going to work and did the best for my children. I did everything for them without any help. My husband being busy with his work, could not participate much.
As my children grew, I gradually started to feel bored of doing the same thing for a long time. My elder one is 10 and younger one is almost 7 now. I have reached a stage where I feel trapped in the motherhood now. I can’t go back to work as I have taken a long break of 12 years and it has almost killed my confidence to go back to the corporate environment. Also, due to family issues, I am required to stay home.
Sometimes, I feel that I don’t enjoy my children as much as I did earlier. I am still doing everything for them because I love them and I feel responsible to raise them the best possible way, but somehow the mother in me is not that passionate. I don’t enjoy doing a lot of things with my children the same way as I used to. I sometimes do them because I have to as a part of my duty.
Am I a mother with vanishing love? It hurts me to feel a lesser mother because I know that I love my children.
I am hoping that this is just a phase of my life and I shall get back on track soon.
Sigh!
(Shared my story with mySestina. She is a close friend and suggested me to publish this on her blog, so here I am).
it stays with me all the time
I can see it sometimes,
it sometimes fades
sometimes beside me,
sometimes in front of me,
sometimes it’s at my back
looks like me,
moves like me,
it’s like me looking in the mirror
the only difference is that,
its black and of no other color
it’s like my friend,
it’s like my assistant,
it’s my shadow,
my shadow-my companion
****
Walking in the woods once
Happy I was
Suddenly saw something
Not knowing what it was
It was a weird shaped thing
Painted with a variety of colors
I was far from it
But, I got a shock when I went just a bit nearer
Such a big thing,
Perhaps bigger than a house
I was feeling enormously scared
Fear ran through my nerves
Still having faith
I went a little closer
My heart pumped as fast as a bullet train
And there I was, just beside it
Looking at it’s features
I started to wonder
What it could be
suddenly, the clouds started to thunder
Feeling scared
I decided to run
Going back all the way
Where I came from
I started to run back
Without looking behind
Running as fast as I could
With little feet of mine
Very far from it
I decided to look back once
But looking back
I saw there were only trees and nothing more
Reaching home
Oh it was a relief
What could that thing be
It is yet a mystery
By Radha
his blood not red, all the time
it’s green when he’s imagining the farms
it’s blue when he swims freely in the ocean
it’s yellow when he bows to the sun
it’s silver when he silently praises the moon
it’s even black when he is hurt in a war
for he is not a man too common
he has an elegant way to him
he is way beyond special
he is – an artist
he can change
the color of his blood
*****
Hugs, kisses,
Sweet goodbyes
Well, they make me sentimental
Cries, screams
Scoldings,
I end up totally mental
Fear makes me feel alone,
I sit at one place,
And don’t go out from home
Happiness makes me jump around
I dance I sing,
I feel like a princess with a crown
Greed makes me want to have it all
I want this and that,
I want everything
Sadness almost kills me
Oh I hate it,
I don’t like it at all
Jealousy,
I want what the other one has,
I’m so jealous,
Oh I also want it, I feel so bad
All my emotions,
I really can’t control some of them
Well, they are just my own feelings,
How can I help
***
Radha is ten years old. Her innocent emotions reflect in her very first poem. This poem was also published on Psychedelicbay (By Cezane & Michelle).
Dear friends!
Let’s grow together.. Please check out this awesome beauty and makeup site from a beautiful friend
Hope you take a few good beauty tips.
Cheers!
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).
He appreciates whatever little I do for him but at the same time, I have never seen him being upset or angry, if I don’t offer him any food. He would see me in the morning and wag his tail with the same enthusiasm as any other day, without making me realize that I didn’t feed him last night. This is such a great gesture.
It makes me realize that as a human, I tend to get upset over things if my expectations are not fulfilled, which is very unlike how Bhurelal reacts or behaves. Like him, should I not learn to appreciate what people do for me, rather than crying over what they don’t?
It is going to be challenging but I am going to try my best to practice the teachings of my dear stray dog Bhurelal. I am sure, he has many more lessons in store!!
Dear friends!
Please check out this beautiful post from DarShu …. views4life.cf
https://lazygeniouz.wordpress.com/2016/08/07/post-56/
Let’s grow together
mySestina
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I am looking at the stats of my fellow bloggers. The numbers obviously are way much better than mine. I ask myself, why do I not have such great numbers. Why do my posts don’t get as many likes as other’s posts get. I even do a bit of a research on their blog.
Thinking of the same, I could feel in 2 possible ways :-
If I choose option 1, I could feel inspired to achieve the same for my blog. This is a healthy approach. It would help my blog to grow without a doubt. I will try to learn the strategy and the pattern looking at other’s blogs. I will try to incorporate things that I see them doing and work towards my numbers to boom up.
Option 2, will surely take me nowhere. Rather than trying to rise myself, I will try to find…
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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:
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. Work on it sometimes, till our back starts to ache! Changed…
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I am on a mission to help all my fellow bloggers to grow their blogs and to learn from them to grow mine at the same time.
I truly believe that growing together is very important. Each one of us must feel special because we are.
As a part of this mission of growing together, I have published the following posts recently:-
I request you all to share the above posts as much as possible and make them reach maximum number of fellow members of the blogging community.
In today’s world, it is very much required to be kind and compassionate to each other. To stay connected and to help each other without fail…
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they scared me
they scared me more
& when they scared me to death
I was born again
fearless, unstoppable
I told them then
beware of looking me into the eye
you shall repent
if I accept the challenge
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Could I share my secrets for the stats in the picture above? Could you please share this post as much as possible in order to help the existing members and the new comers to the blogging community.…
Source: mySestina’s blogging secrets
Why do we blog?
Each one of us have our own reasons. Blogging is a perfect way to express our thoughts, emotions, observations and experiences to the world. Through our writing, we release our love, anger, positivity, humor, sadness, happiness and much more.
There could be many more reasons behind why people blog, but there is one thing that we all relish in the blogging world. And that is loving each other.
It is very important to feel motivated and inspired through our blogging journey. We all can help each other in a beautiful way.
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No doubt we all want more and more people to follow our blogs. The urge to make our thoughts to reach maximum number of people through our posts is within each one of us.
The question is, are we doing enough to make that happen? Are we doing justice to the people who are following us? Are we giving them enough attention they deserve?
To have more followers, we must appreciate the existing ones. Believe me, the word spreads! People talk to each other and they praise the blogs they like. This is how we get more attention and more followers.
There are a few very important things that need to be kept in mind:-
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Could I share my secrets for the stats in the picture above?
Could you please share this post as much as possible in order to help the existing members and the new comers to the blogging community.
I complete 4 months in the blogging world today and believe me, I have relished every second of my time that I spent on WordPress.
As a newcomer, we all have our questions, hesitations and we strive to learn, to grow, to have more followers, to have more likes and visibililty for our blogs.
Let me share my understanding of how to achieve a little extra on your blog.
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