Most Likes in One Day on mySestina

Most Likes in One Day on mySestina
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Loads of Love

a New Me – Born

a New Me – Born

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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Epitome of Completeness

Epitome of Completeness

halting it’s steps, going slow for some

speeding it’s pace to match the light for others

bringing fulfilment to the lives of many

making scarcity a fate for some

showing harmony walking its steps

dominating souls to war with its force

devoting loyalty to the kings of the kingdoms

making queens be faithless to their kings

sowing seeds of new life every moment

snatching existence at the same time, announcing deaths 

influential & powerful yet vulnerable it is

Time –  Epitome of Diversity

Epitome of Versatility

Epitome of Ultimate Power

Epitome of Completeness

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A Cake or a Miracle !

A Cake or a Miracle !

for those children in Syria

and other places of war

do they even know the concept of celebrations

do they know what it’s like a birthday

what it’s like an anniversary

for them it’s only the sound of the bombs

gunshots around

deprived of food, deprived of clean water

no love for them

no mercy for them

to them

a cake would sound a miracle

The Red Eyed Dragon

The Red Eyed Dragon

A Palace

gloomy and dull

countless rooms with no windows

forbidding the sun, to light its darkness

heavy smell of rust in its walls

the ceiling, disturbingly high

as if some giant was to walk inside

no movements, no signs of life

the only sound coming from its thick silence

a heavy continuous snore

the pitch of it going too high, then coming low

making heavy music, fearsome to the ears

inside the palace so strangely awkward

deep in the room in the most center

lazying, on the coins of gold

watching over the treasure prodigious

The Red Eyed Dragon 

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Her Insecurities

Her Insecurities

 morning, was bright & shining
with life all around
there were birds singing
as I touched my feet to the ground

give me a hug my princess
dad caressed my forehead
come, have your breakfast sweety
said mom with milk & bread
this world really was a perfect place
until, I stepped out of the gate

walking my way to college
they started to follow
lewd notes on my frame
made my spirit hollow

there was a push & hit
didn’t know what to think
ran as hard as i could
it was torn – my hood

my world became horrid & bent
i pinched myself to check
if it was a nightmare
or was i even breathing

i die a thousand deaths
to see that I am not safe
why for me in the whole world
my home is the only place

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whispers of HOPE covered the sky

falling on earth like soft snow flakes

giving a dazzling sight for the eyes to behold

spreading positivity for the hearts to hold

the nights not darker not longer no more

days inspired, like rising  waves on the shore

souls swarmed with zeal to the goal

unstopping, tirelessly ascended the slope

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

invincible, supreme, angelic – HOPE

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Game of Greed

Game of Greed

lives fragmentary, broken

chasing greed, thriving for more

possessions irrelevant

competing to possess more.. more

naive to perceive, foolish to register

the merriment to be relished

hidden in tiny little things

goals as soon as achieved, newer set

no hours assigned to celebrate achievements

lives fragmentary becoming now hollow

beauty lost in the game of greed

leading lives to nothingness

making them empty

lives lifeless ultimately

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oh dreams & the other state of us

oh dreams & the other state of us

ambiguous lives, lived by the living

in twin states of being awake or dreaming

overwhelming yet secretive

intrigues us souls to discover the relevance

the genuineness or the forgery

of both the worlds we spend our breaths in

are we real with these eyelids shut

or the color with our eyes open, is faithful

a mystery to remain so, never to be revealed

oh dreams and the other state of us

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celebrate love

celebrate love

walk ahead of me
I shall follow
walk by my side
I’ll hold your hand
walk behind me
& I shall turn
to look into your eyes
consume your love
embosom you
till eternity
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my wishes!

my wishes!

all my life, never did I fail to make wishes

tried to make friends with them

called for them to come true

made effort to make them smile



never did they bother

how dearly i felt for them

desperate to turn them to real

see how

both of us were determined


never failed to make my wishes

my Wishes

never failed to fail me

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shall I ?

shall I ?

shall i urge you to support me a little

shall i ask you to come celebrate life with me

shall i aspire you to be beaming like the sun

shall i inspire you to leave the negative behind

shall i answer your questions if you may have any

shall i gently force you to smile a little

shall i make you forget all of your fears

shall i honor you today for your unmatched courage

shall i praise your serenity that fails the moon

shall i encourage you to climb no matter how high is the mountain

shall i ask you today for one more thing my dear

in the name of humanity

allow me to do all that I can, for you!

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the blend of life

the blend of life

life is merriment, to take us high

an inspiration, to make us climb

it is an achievement, must we celebrate

a few of our failures, must we dare

its about relationships, must we hold close

its about mother nature, so we consume

it is the love, we relish we nurture

it is about our children, our future

its that beauty, in the eyes of the beholder

it is the fear, must we smoulder

its about pain, must we bear

its about tears, bound to be shed

isn’t it pretty, a blend of smooth and rough

like a concert with vintage music

composed by the supreme

must we play, must we sing

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

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

Can we term Sexual abuse as terrorism?

My vote goes to say YES!! You want to ask why??

Because it has the capacity to terrorize the victim, fill them with grief and puts them into a state of mind which requires a lot of effort to come out of. Sexual abuse is been experienced by many children and I don’t think there is a way to find out the numbers, as most of the victims choose not to disclose it.

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

I have experienced it and there are many more like me. It could happen anywhere, be it home or outside. Everyday, using the local transport in New Delhi, made me so easily accessible for all those sick idiots. They would just stand close, giving an excuse that the bus is too crowded. They would rub their body against wherever they could get access to you. Their filthy looks and such shameless attitude.

The abuse can be intensive or not too intensive, yet, it leaves a mark on your mind never to be washed away. It kills you from the inside every moment.

Even till date, when I think of those days when I faced the abuse, I get goosebumps.

The question in my mind now is – how are my daughters going to face it? A challenge that haunts me!!

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what you’ve done to Me

what you’ve done to Me

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

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the labourers

the labourers

not for me not for you

today, let it be for THEM

today, let’s dedicate our will

for the ones who are not at ease

the ones who know NO comforts

they who burn their skin everyday in the sun

for a few coins to buy their children the cheapest bread

they who chose to sweat but not to beg

they build houses with all comforts for the rich

get to dream their dreams lying on hard bricks

they who clean the roads for the rest

no access to basic washrooms to themselves

they who give drives in fancy cars to the master

get to walk 20 miles to reach to work

there are millions of them out there

facing life with such tremendous courage

today, let’s salute their will

for they are powerful enough

never to give up

but to challenge life every second

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the empty vase

the empty vase

emptiness of the vase

filled by the light

with the green lamp

lit by its side

the spring is gone

there are no more flowers

the vase waited to be loved

why are there so many days in a year

long enough to keep the spring away

somehow, doesn’t matter much

they both have concluded to be together

have fallen in love

the lamp lit


the vase without flowers

my dear Photographer friends

my dear Photographer friends

my dear photographer friends

sometimes, i am a little jealous of you

i am jealous of you in a positive way

i am rather intrigued

for you have the secret to eternity

you possess the art to capture life

to capture moments, so fascinating

you pleasure millions of eyes, and hearts

you write music with your singing pictures

many lessons your art work reveals

with each click comes that beautiful sound

i live and relive your clicks

every time, i am presented with the result

so bravo, my dear photographer fellows

keep bringing the world to me

i know i am a bit jealous of you

but i am jealous in a positive way


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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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dancing drops of RAIN

dancing drops of RAIN

falling from the heaven, as if

slipping away from the hands of the almighty

glorifying gravity, speeding to kiss the sand

fragmented, scattered

swaying in directions to the command of the wind

lessening in size with passing seconds

clashing with all that comes in way

making life to drip, glow the greener way

ever wondered such power such passion behind

engaged in making music of their own kind

with the tune of the clash of the clouds

these dancing drops of RAIN

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my dimly lit room

my dimly lit room

I sat in my room, dimly lit
scent of rich mahogany in all corners
covering the walls and the ceiling paneled
books of literature assembled neatly
untouched on heavy wooden shelves
that chair rocked occasionally
fueled by some air from under the door planks
on the table a little high on the side
sat the gold brown rotary phone
seldom it rang with a few heavy rings
on the hand carved rich wooden consoles
the caretaker had kept a bouquet of flowers
their fragrance mingling well with the polish on my table
I take a deep breath to live its flavor
I put the gramophone to work to play a sensuous tune
in a fine glass, poured me a double of my English whisky
sipped slowly the flavor that burnt my throat
a ritual that I follow every evening
for I am deeply in love with the luxurious richness
of my dimly lit room

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Poor seem Rich to me

Poor seem Rich to me

the poor is not poor anymore

he has aspirations rich

he looks up to the sky everyday

he thanks God for what little he has

the poor is not really poor

his children now go to school

shining eyes filled with dreams

strong will to create a future

the poor truly is not poor

for he is kind and generous

it pains him if they are in pain

his readiness to be of any help

the poor sometimes seems rich to me

his eyes have no sign of greed

while he is growing every moment

he makes merry of his little wealth

the poor for sure is rich now

celebrating life as it comes

grasping the trueness of our existence

keep trying & to never give up

squeezing happiness from tiny little things

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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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Sea Shore

Sea Shore

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

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