leaving them craving for more
I am not writing any further
I am breaking the chain of thoughts within me
asking for their forgiveness
I am leaving the poem UNFINISHED
the girl in love
the boy didn’t care
she spoke of her pain
all her efforts in vain
she cried for a little attention
he said he was beyond her love
she fell silent, her heart pierced
time gave her strength
he tears dried, she gained her strength
took a step towards life
somehow his absence didn’t matter much
that day he saw her from a distance
happy, smiling, in her good spirits
he approached her, called out her name
their eyes met, he seemed curious
her eyes answered without a blink
she was content, didn’t need him now
she was now beyond HIM
as she walks on the road
they stare at her legs
they smile lustfully
as they imagine her curves
they wink to each other
as they whistle to tease her
offering shameless invitations
they pass filthy comments
as she tries to avoid them
they go close, try to touch her
and when she rebels
they end up calling her a slut
isn’t it fucking crazy
I dare to urge the fire today
the fire that presents itself to grow
glow like a shining star in the sky
revealing the colors red, orange, yellow
I dare that fire to come out with the truth
the truth I have seen everyday of my life
why does the fire choose to settle and calm
where does it go, who it burns in the night
is it scared of the dark, is it afraid of the bats
why the burning fire changes from orange to black
I dare the fire to make me understand
what makes it change its face everyday
why the burning Sun give up its flames
why does it every night
into the Moon
shall we all make a choice today
shall we all hold love in our embrace
shall we all let the hatred be gone
shall we all choose to care for the needy
shall we all try to heal this broken world
shall we try not to let any more tears to be shed
shall we all connect to the humans around
shall we prove to our own selves
how capable of compassion we all are
shall we stand in union, shall we raise our voice
against the cold wars, against cruelty
shall we let all the weapons to be buried
shall we choose to produce grains over bombs
shall we feed the hungry children in the world
shall we not aim a gun at their innocent faces
shall we all keep our caste and religion aside
shall we all accept humanity to be our God
shall we remind ourselves today
we were all born simply HUMANS
and shall we all try to remain so
i was busy collecting the pieces of my life
i was wishing to put them all together
i needed to learn all that i had gathered all these years of my life
i could find nothing, it didn’t seem meaningful
and i started to put the pieces back again
trying to change their position this time
adding the new pieces that i found during the course
guess what my dear
i am still doing it, putting them all together
but i have now learnt
not to look for the answers
I wish the world could ever understand the cravings of a pregnant woman.
It sounds crazy but she wants to eat ice cream and want to have coffee right after that. She may want to cry and scream for no reason at all. She may want to do nothing and still be tired. She may want to laugh at something which is not funny at all. She may want to talk to no one for days. Every one of them have different cravings.
But there is one ultimate craving all pregnant women have and that is the love and embrace of their man. The sense of security that she and her baby would always relish with him around. The feeling of him to be there always as a father and a husband/boyfriend. A gentle kiss from him to put her to sleep at night. A sweet caress on her face to wake her up in the morning. This craving is unbeatable. The mother of all cravings I guess.
Hope that every pregnant woman who has taken the responsibility to carry life within her and to bring that life to this world gets all her cravings fulfilled. Hope, all men understand the needs of the mother of their coming baby and take good care of her. Amen!
2napping inside the womb of my skull
many sisters taking a little time to flourish
my heart hums their beautiful names
imagination, fascination, creativity
curiosity, passion, enchantment
sometimes they could get a little out of control
they are like prisoners controlled by a Jailer
that Jailer happens to be my Brain
forcing me to learn of the consequences
teaching me patience, asking me to be sober
but this crazy heart of mine, it wants to fly
my thoughts seem caged, wanting to soar high
getting out of control, sometimes a little shy
how I truly wonder sometimes
isn’t my mind An Open Jail
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you can hold me, look into my eyes
you could embrace me, give me your hand
we could stay together for hours
we could take long walks on the beach
you could kiss me gently on my cheeks
you are a soul, I take comfort to be with
still you are an individual, you are not me
you could choose to say good bye when you wish
you could leave me to be on my own
no matter what you decide, what we decide together
one thing, I must make very clear
even though I am glad to be in your company
I am not, and shall never be – your property
a child, as she learnt to speak a few words
asked her mother an innocent question
mommy “what do they mean by HATRED”
mommy chose to keep silent
she never answered the question
the child grew up into a beautiful soul
she only had love and kindness in store
she spread it all around the world
we now call her Mother Teresa
fantasized to drive a lamborghini
he refused to compromise
to settle for a car any lesser
fantasized – to walk by the roadside
he dreamt – of running on his own legs
he couldn’t do without a wheel chair
my heart cries to know
their understanding of luxury
I am a positive person and I love spreading positivity. I try to encourage and inspire myself and people around me through my poems and posts on my blog mySestina. I try to be kind and genuine. Offering my support to people in need gives me pleasure. Doesn’t take much to say a few generous words if they could really make someone feel better!
Having said that, I accept that at times I get angry too. I too have my moments of rage and hatred towards things. I dislike a few things strongly.
Surely, this mix of positive and negative makes me who I am. This makes me unique in all possible ways. It is something very exciting and fascinating for me to think that I am the only one of my kind. I try to be good, but I am bad too sometimes.. so what, I am a human and I am beautiful.
I must say that we must stay inspired by ourselves. It gives us courage and determination to be who we are and helps us through our journey of life.
Do you agree? Share your comments my dear friends!
The meaning of experience in our lives can only be understood when we actually have it, experience it!
As a child, my mother would tell me to be careful about many things and I always thought, why she was always telling me things? Why would she not understand how I felt and what I wanted to do?
As a teenager, I had boyfriends and I was always told to not to get too close to them. I was not allowed to go to late evening parties and I cried like hell when I couldn’t go. I was told to take a certain route back home from college as it was safer and so on.
As a teenager in in love, I had a broken heart and I experienced pain. I thought I could hide it from my family, but my mom and dad knew all about it. They knew everything I felt and tried to make sure that I was happy and safe.
Today, when I have my own children, I know and understand it all. I can now relate to how and why my parents told me not to do certain things. I can now imagine them boosting my morale before a race competition, I can now understand their fear when I stayed out late in the evening, I can now understand that at each step of my life when I thought I was successful to hide something from my parents, they actually knew it all, still chose to stay silent about it for my good.
I realize, that at each stage of our lives, we act being in that stage appropriately. A child would think like a child, a teenager would behave like himself/herself, parents would keep their children’s safety and well being as their priority and so on. And this is how we are able to live each stage the way it should be lived.
Guess, it works this way only – the meaning of experience in our lives can only be understood when we actually have it. Experience it!
We humans, always strive to be the best. As individuals, sometimes we make conscious effort to improve upon our skills, personality and over all development. But have you ever noticed, that we also constantly keep making subconscious efforts to become better and learn things from people and other available modes around us. We keep picking small habits from others that attract us in some way or the other.
Let me give a small example –
Kate is sixteen and has a friend Samantha who is liked by everyone else. Her way of walking, the way she talks, the way she holds a pen while writing, the way she laughs, the way she eats and many more small things. Kate is truly impressed by Samantha and hence she starts picking small habits from her and subconsciously starts practicing them in her life.
This happens basically because we continuously try to be what we think and feel is attractive to us. We make conscious and subconscious efforts to be better in our own way. This is a very healthy and easy way of becoming better. This requires no effort, no practice, no lessons at all. Comes naturally and quickly because we start to believe in it. Must be more commonly practiced during initial young years of our lives. But more or less, we keep following the rule all our lives.
Tell me, have you ever noticed yourselves being subconsciously inspired by someone or something? Powerful and interesting!! isn’t it?
04I have seen them rejecting
I have seen them honoring
the color of the human skin ?
white, brown or black
to decide people’s fate !
must I say – how rubbish !!
how low have we all gotten
how rotten have our minds become
wish, I could put a stop to it all
I wish, I had one color of humanity
I would fill my tub over and again
until I paint each soul with the same
I wanna be silly.. I wanna be silly
I wanna run like crazy with my hair open
I wanna let the wind kiss me for long
I wanna see people looking at me in awe
I wanna see them smiling back at me
I wanna be silly.. yes, I wanna be silly
I wanna go hug the tigers in the wild
I wanna sit on an elephant and take a ride
I wanna climb up those trees like a monkey
I wanna jump and hop around in the woods
I wanna be silly.. am I silly enough yet
I wanna drape long curtains around my body
I wanna imagine myself on the moon
I wanna shout out my inner voice to the world
I wanna tell them all, yeah
I could be really silly sometimes
today being one of those days
am I silly enough yet?
Shall I keep you hanging in the middle
Shall I keep you wondering the whole night
You’ve asked me for my hand
let me not say a “yes”
let me not say a “no”
I am loving to tease you a little
I am smiling now
as I tell you “maybe“
silence around me was divine
I felt the woods around
long tall trees beautified with climbers
flowers of all colors covered the leaves
an image emerged
as I looked at the surface of water
in a boat I sat to cross the river
somehow my loneliness never wanted to leave
it urged me to stay alone for some more time
to enjoy my time with only me that night
to keep rowing the boat I sat in
in the middle of the river
looking at my own image
on the surface of water so pure
We dance round in a ring and suppose, but the secret sits in the middle and knows. – Robert Frost
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