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 to 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 warmth

making him feel connected to the one

sitting far away yearning for his love

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the much awaited doll

 (A POEM ON A TRAGIC TRUE STORY OF DRUNK DRIVING CASE THAT KILLED A MAN IN NEW DELHI)

a young man tired from a long day’s work

walked back home,

stopped by a toy shop, on his lips – a smile

for his daughter waiting for a doll tonight

a much awaited one

he promised to bring it with his next paycheck

he packed the doll in a bag hung on his back

gleaming smile on his face to imagine

a child’s excitement to possess a new doll

 

dreaming his dream he crossed a busy road

started from one end, never reached the other

lifeless body laid on the road

not dreaming, not smiling anymore

 

few teenagers today had their share of a few beers

tinkling of empty bottles played music to them

decided to party, racing in a new Mercedes Benz

alcohol commanded a speed of 140mph

just a blink of an eye, hit someone, a man

with no desire to learn who, they never stopped

never looked back, racing went on

 

little girl sat by the door, looking out waiting

excited to see her father coming back tonight

hiding a doll in his bag somewhere

her wait was extended till endless time

a young man, a father, died on the road

in his arms, holding a precious gift

the much awaited doll

 

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STAR.. that Frightened Me

5from far, very far

that star looked tiny

it twinkled as if it was smiling

I watched it in silence

its soothing light gave me peace

I closed my eyes

—

Suddenly, I saw the star to travel

the tiny dot of light expanding its diameter

it was coming in my direction

in just a matter of a few seconds

it became massive

it’s heat now unbearable on my face

it wasn’t dark around me anymore

the night had turned into a bright sunny day

brighter, than I had even seen in my life

the tiny star had become the sun

as it started to burn my skin

I gasped for my breath, I was thirsty

I shook my head as I opened my eyes

 to realise

it was just a dream

and that, I was still lying under – the night sky

the same tiny star twinkled happily – far far away

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Buddha

Buddha sitting peacefully

meditating every moment

undisturbed by the noise around

the giggles of the children

conversations happening

Buddha inhaling divinity

spreading it around as he exhales

Buddha never getting up from a spot

never uttering a word

blessed we are to have Buddha in our house

 

 

Leonardo DiCaprio – Revenant’s Oscar

I wrote this poem to dedicate my love to Leonardo DiCaprio for winning an Oscar..

Waiting every bit
endless tiresome art
the act of being that someone
delivered seamlessly

Shutter Island’s Psycho
Wolf ruling the Wall Street
Gatsby the Great
dreaming of Inception
sacrificing the Diamond Blood Red
charmer of Titanic

Leonardo DiCaprio
never were you alone
millions stood by
gasped their breath
to hear them say
The Revenant’s SURVIVOR
has done it all
the Oscar now
belongs to the Best

 

dumped for better

and so

when he decided to dump her

her life

started

to take a shape much better

i know of a woman

a woman who’s got no fame

that woman with a common name

the one with her hands always full

with challenges to keep coming her way

life tested her patience at every step

she knew she had countless nights

kept her hope alive through her children

that woman till date is fighting

she doesn’t care of the pain her age is bringing

she still has a few battles to be won

she still dreams with her eyes open

she prays to the almighty without a fail

still performs her duties every single day

though i know for sure she would never fall

there must be times, when she cries alone

for she is amazed at the length of her tough walk

how i know of her so well and deep

is for the fact that i am a part of her

yes, this stunning woman is my mother

 

a queen – in dream

i sat on a throne

wearing a crown with pearls and diamonds

they bowed their heads – all of them

one after the other presenting their gifts

addressing me as “my Queen” “my Lady”

waitresses around bringing me wine

holding the length of my glorious gown

 

i discussed the strategy for the enemy at war

they all listened to me carefully

 

watching the scene from a distance

stunned, i couldn’t grasp what’s happening

then told myself, maybe i am in heaven

just when i was getting ready to consume this glory

my brother woke me up

from my dream

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heartbreak

just one thing i wanna say

desperate to assure you

i will be waiting right here

in case you change your mind

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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 the last night together

tomorrow, he shall leave

to return, never

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deafening sound of silence

deafening sound of the silence

on the other side of the phone

only to confirm

the departure of laughter

mugs of coffee with chocolate muffins

hand holdings and long walks

kisses in movie theaters

deafening sound of the silence

announcing loudly of the loneliness to follow

only him lying on the bed

 

her soft body vanishing

escaping his touch, refusing to be caressed

his senses loosing capacity

to hear any kind of music

for he is deafened now

by deafening sound of the silence

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a letter of Love

A letter of love that i wrote

it was a sunny Sunday afternoon

i lay in bed missing my girlfriend

damn internet was throwing tantrums

since morning, it won’t start up

the few network towers in my village

chose to take a day off

i was determined to scribble how i felt

looked for some ink to fill my pen

to her, i wrote a letter of love

i took all day all evening to finish

yet, it wasn’t really long to read

for i spent good enough time

digging my heart for words

 

Before i gave the letter to her

i myself read it a million times

through my precious beautiful letter to my love,

i asked her to be mine

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ASPIRATIONS

a tale narrated by the history of humankind

where ASPIRATIONS have lead the path unfailingly

ASPIRATIONS inspired to unchain the doors chained

ASPIRATIONS dominated the will to perform

relentlessly, untiringly

 

must we learn from HISTORY

must we create a FUTURE

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the day never arrived

I was aware, yet I chose to lie to my heart

two things for me to win his affection

were either love or blood

I had none

neither he shared his blood with me

nor he ever fell in love with me

I craved for him to be mine

not just with the body but his soul

the day never arrived

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Want more followers? Are you treating the existing ones well?

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:-

1. Build a strong relationship with your followers.
2. Always reply to their valuable comments.
3. Try to read as much as you can of their posts and show your love through your comments.
4. Appreciation is the key. We must appreciate each other’s ideas and offer our support.
5. Try to follow your followers posts and be genuine. They must never feel neglected.
6. Always thank your followers for their support and show them that you do care for them as well.
7. Loving each other like a family is very important. After all, we are all a part of this blogging community.

Remember, we are nothing without our followers, hence we must value their dedication towards us.

Those are mySestina thinking about how we must treat our followers and fellow bloggers. You may add to the above and come up with your suggestions, based upon your experiences.

Ready, to get more followers? Ready to grow together?

mySestina

 

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their mind in a BOX

do my words sound golden to them

or are they even listening to what i say

are they in love, in their own fancy world

or are they pissed with me

they welcome, they reject

wisdom – with their own perceptions

not open to debate

not giving it a deep thought

either they cry or fill their hearts with rage

 

dealing with their mind in a box

conclusions never made

solutions never reached

 

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 the his angel – he closed his eyes

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words…

sometimes i wonder

am i reading them or they reading me back

words – as they complete me, fill me

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damn! Anyone can be a KING…

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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say a little Prayer today

say a little prayer today

say a few special words to the almighty

close your eyes, join your hands

connect yourself with the unseen

the power of someone guarding us

healing wounds of all kinds

God is a little shy to show himself

has chosen to be hid from all eyes

yet he made sure not to miss

someone somewhere saying a prayer

so let’s just take out a moment of peace

away from this world of fantasies

make time a little worthy to be spent

let’s just all of us

say a little prayer today

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regret

many times, i told him

i was dying from the inside

every day, each moment of my life

the air between us not enough

to let me breathe

my heart felt suffocated

a million times, his hand i tried to reach

he was there sitting by my side

yet no sign of him till far away

my soul neglected bruised

i decided to wait for a little longer

every time i told me

he shall hold me in a little more while

today, i depart to stay in heaven

he is remained with nothing

but regret

with nothing

but to miss me by his side

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tell me.. shall we?

we may achieve or not achieve brilliance

must we keep working towards being better with each try

tell me.. shall we!

memories in RAIN

arms spread wide hugging the wind

face up towards the sky as if posing for a picture

drizzling drops caressing their closed eyes

clothes drenched, hair let loose

releasing paper boats in waterlogged

innocent of any trouble, a bunch of kids playing

making memories in RAIN

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growing up in style

tik tok – tik tok – tik

the sound that i hear all day

making me realize

my little princess growing

in style

trying all my shoes with heels

one pair after the other

the cupboard remains open

all my bags are out lying

she chooses as per her mood

which one to carry, which color to hold

my lipsticks are all vanishing

her face painted all over

bright colors on her cheeks

make her look only more beautiful

 

sometimes, i ask her to stop

at times i let her carry on

for the joy on her face

being styled up with all her mommy’s belongings

is something that’s priceless

way beyond the value

of the bags, lipsticks and shoes

every day, each moment i relish

the joy of having a daughter

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his choice

saying piercing painful words

making an argument not valid

displeasure filled his eyes

as he woke up to leave

to walk out of the door

leaving her heartbroken

tears running down her cheeks

she was desperate to run behind

catch hold of his hand

not let him walk out of the wooden door

how convinced was her heart

he will never return once gone

for he didn’t believe in a pretty heart

rather

he chose to fall for a pretty face

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are Rich truly Rich!

are they rich for they have wealth

are they rich for they own a lot of land

are they rich for they can buy all the comforts

are they rich for people bow to them

shall we put it the other way

are they truly rich for their money can’t buy them a smile

are they truly rich if they don’t care for the poor

are they truly rich for they spend sleepless nights

expensive mattress can’t buy them tension free sleep

shall we conclude it now

no they are not rich for the peace of mind is not sold anywhere

no they are not rich for they are never satisfied

no they are not rich for they live fake lives

i guess the rich with money are mostly poor

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the TRAIN – a Journey containing Journeys

Every morning, I would take this train to work. It has a pretty good service and I don’t have to wait much if I missed one. The train, that takes me to work everyday. It arrives and I step in it. Well, I don’t have to make much of an effort for that, my fellow passenger crowd behind me are enough for the job. They just push me along and set me inside the train.

Now, I am in the train! I don’t get to sit as it is too crowded and the seats are already occupied by the ones who make a sincere effort to get one for themselves. I am not really bothered, I am happy standing holding one of those poles inside my coach.

I look around and see many people.

An old lady going to see the doctor because her knees are hurting and she couldn’t take the pain anymore. Well, she had to come alone because her children are all at work. Poor her! I thought.

Another woman with a child. Guess, she was going to drop the child to the playschool and then she would go to work. I thought so because she was dressed so.

Many other men and women either sitting or standing, waiting for their stop to arrive. Few of them have started to know each other because they travel together every day. Busy chatting and discussing about something that I am not aware of.

A group of college kids, looked so to me, cheerful and happy with their young age. Hanging their back bags laughing and enjoying the journey. Some of them reading newspapers.

Many people sitting or standing silently not aware of the person standing next to them as they are wearing earphones busy listening to something (I am not sure what they must be listening to though). It could be a song, some morning news or something. They occasionally nod their heads as well. I guess may be they liked the music they were listening to or just agreeing to a comment someone may have passed on some subject on radio. I am not sure!

Sometimes, I also see a group of transgender people travelling with us. They generally earn their bread by going to households where there is a new baby born. They would go and dance there, and would ask for an unimaginable amount of money. I am not sure if there are any other jobs for them in the market or they just simply choose to do this traditional work as it is much easier. I am no one to pass a judgement here.

This is a daily scene that I live while traveling in the train to work. The train takes people to their destinations, help them earn money and take care of their families, help them to aspire for more in life, becomes a part of each and every one of those thousands of people’s lives who travel in it every day.

The train that runs without fail everyday,

be it hot and sunny or raining outside,

be it pleasant with breeze or bitterly cold,

the train never stops, it goes on

some of us, take an off on some days,

but dedicated train shall run even on a Sunday,

the train I must say inspires each one of us,

the train, determined to serve the mankind

the train and its never ending journey

a mother journey that comprises

of many small baby journeys

traveled everyday!

The Train!

mySestina observations…

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