embracing my wrinkles
fine lines around these eyes
took a lifetime
to earn
for them
am adept
patient
my manner sophisticated
for them
am wise
trained
liberated
power lies in me
to what these wrinkles suggest
a little of my age
or many of my triumphs
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two souls
lying hand in hand
under the sky
stars twinkle above
melting them
in glitter
two souls
marveled
at the adventure hidden
that future holds
in store
two souls
awestruck
to imagine
their lives
as it may come
as charming as
the sky above
it’s exceptional
the way
you belong to me
your touch
I sense
your fragrance
I imbibe
your dreams
I perceive
your tears
I cry
your pleasure
pleasures me
could I ever be
without you
or you without me
yes, it is exceptional
the way
you belong to me
when no one believed in me – I did
i painted my heart
with an ocean of emotions
every color shined beating the sun
i celebrated my tears
left behind my fear
embraced my wrinkles
like a survivor
i never stopped
discovered my dark side
enjoyed my hope in pain
here i am to pen down
i made it worth reading
and so to write again
#mysestina
as i called for it
my loneliness came to me
i was speechless
stunned
hugged it
together we both cried
felt lonely again
every single time
when i was alone in life
i wasn’t really alone
my tears gave me company
never invited
they showed up on their own
every time they told me
they loved my beautiful eyes
just kept falling selflessly
till my sadness said goodbye
they made me weak
they made me strong
undoubtedly my tears
are my best friends
and they shall remain
all my life long
I got that eye – I imagine, visualize
I am an artist – I create, i write
I know no boundaries
I sweat blood – spend hours to decide
I travel to the moon and sun
every second, I am on the run
my words have pain overflowing in them
merriment too is never away from my poems
I aspire to inspire a few lives
I have faith, hope never left my side
yet they tell me over and again
why do they tell me so, I fail to understand
I am not worth it for I got no fame
I got no fame
that moment
the way he looked into her eyes
i knew he made his choice
to choose her over me
that moment
when he let me loose
i knew he will hold her close
he was going to set me free
that moment
in all those moments to come
i saw them dancing
laughing together
and i silently whispered
to my wounded heart
to forgive him
to stop bleeding
a tiny little drop of positivity
showered on my soul
like it was the ice melting on that mountain
the water falling endlessly
leaving me out of breath, dripping with nobility
scrubbing my heart off the unholy
did i ever imagine such influence
dominating me to my superior self
entrusting me to dispose the venom in me
leaving me speechless for the power it contains
leading me to divinity
just a tiny drop of positivity
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
cats or dogs
someone once, asked me to choose
well.. the question, was kind of heavy
i spent hours, thinking
couldn’t choose one
as i look at them and praise the beauty
they both hold
to me – both are precious
for
if the dogs are loyal
the cats are royal
the dullness in the morning
birds failed to chirp
why is there no breeze
could someone palpate this anxiety
the puffiness under her eyes
narrates the story of the previous night
the dark of the night
has secretly crawled into the sunlight
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mySestina
she closed her eyes
for the pain was overbearing
she let it fall through her tears
but the salt was not enough
it could only dissolve a little
she could envisage for its heaviness
the pain was never going to abandon her
it was only to grow
piercing her deeper
in the days to come
in the years to pass
till death eventually
shall honor her, her peace
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slurp slurp slurrrrp
the kittens having a feast
mommy sitting at a distance
proud to watch the little ones
how intelligently
she raised them
how quickly they have learnt
the tricks
to be on their own
to be ready for this world
oh kittens!!
wanna be
like that mountain
that takes pride to stand tall
be it lava or snow
it can take every blow
gives birth to the rivers
making life to flow
fresh, real, untouched
a home for the nature to glow
can I be like that mountain ever
the way its strong
the way its giving
the way its pure
hours of a day
that i spent
sitting in my chair, holding the bunny
that was once held
by a child in my dreams
soft long hair, hugging her face
her flawless eyes, filled with pain
her tiny heart struggling to push
the flow of her blood to her veins
as she spoke, she never complained
as the hours that she was rewarded
not long enough
she held her bunny pressed against her chest
consoling for the loneliness
time shall bring soon enough
for the bunny would no more be held
by the beautiful child
but me
the time presents itself to me
promised to reward yet another blow
so dearly i treasured them till now
all my pennies are ready to go
abandoning me of their hold
loosening me of the comfort
to offer bread to my children
there –
my earthen piggy bank just hit the ground
oh so dear are those broken pieces to me
i gather the pennies in my hand
soon to be freed of my possession
then –
the broken piggy bank stares at me
its eyes dull yet hopeful as they said to me
i loved containing those pennies in me
utilize their worth for you have to, today
and tomorrow, you must promise to fix me
for i desire those pennies to be mine once again
i crave for them to fill me
the phone ringing
a voice on the other end : “ola”
the agent : “ma’am good morning, am i speaking to “Maria Luis”
the voice on the other end : “si.. si”
the agent : “ma’am, i’m calling from the credit card company.. your bill due of $125.
the voice on the other : long pause
the agent : “ma’am, you there?”
the voice on the other end : “no e n g l a i s h”
the agent : “hello, ma’am, your bill is due”
and the line went dead
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
the breeze started to flow
dew emerged on the colorful petals
mingling of rain with sun, flashed a rainbow
fragrance of flowers made love to the wind
spreading its wings till far distance
cuckoo bird sang lullaby to baby chicks
leaves of the trees danced to the music
looked like the beginning of a magical play
my senses started to bathe the beauty
making me beautiful the most
yes… it all turned divine – when you became mine
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
pictures, random clicks
from a couple of years back
no flashy camera, the photographer naive
yet every time, i see them, they come alive
for they are all girls with style…
love
I was nominated for the Liebster Awards by my fellow blogger Jurala. Thanks a lot for your kind inspiration my dear. https://keepingupwiththeintrovert.wordpress.com.
Let me start by saying that imagination has no boundaries and it’s so fascinating to see people who love reading to be together on a platform with different opinions, fascinations, backgrounds and much more. I truly salute everyone who invest their time and effort to share their hearts out.
I learnt from Jurala what is Liebster Award all about? Well, it was created to recognize the newcomers to the blogging world. It sure does boost your morale. The feeling of being nominated in itself makes you feel climbing up the ladder.
Rules:
•Thank the blogger(s) who nominated you
•Answer the 11 questions the blogger gives you
•Nominate 5-11 bloggers that you think are deserving of the award
•Let the bloggers know you nominated them
•Give them 11 questions of your own.
Here are the questions I was asked:
• Why did you start blogging
I started to blog to express myself. Millions of emotions and observations started to trap inside me and i felt sharing is peace, contentment, life and much more.
• Which of the five senses would you say is the strongest?
Even with just one of my senses missing, I would be incomplete and I don’t like to compromise.
• What three things do you think most each day?
Writing, Pain and Hardships.
• If you had a warning label, what would yours say?
Beware, emotions bomb close by.
• What’s the most adventurous thing you’ve ever done?
I am yet to poke adventure I guess.
• What’s the weirdest talent you have?
I am an all rounder, a chef, artist, teacher, dancer, take care of my kids, cleaner and so on. I am a mom.
• If you could take only three items with you to a deserted island, what would they be and why?
Water, food and my laptop. Well, you can understand why water and food, and the laptop to be able to keep writing.
• Favorite album, why?
I wouldn’t do justice by naming one. Isn’t it? I love art and there is plenty of it out there.
• What song sums up your life right now?
I am yet to write it. lol…
• Favorite childhood memory?
Abundance of human friends around, playing and giggling without any gadgets.
• How do you want to be remembered?
mySestina the survivor.
I nominate:
https://xavierfrazer.wordpress.com/
https://pritamode.wordpress.com/
https://niasunset.wordpress.com/
https://golnaranart.wordpress.com/contact/
https://tailsaroundtheranch.wordpress.com
My Questions for you :-
Enjoy!!
Regards
mySestina
he wrapped
his tiny fingers around hers
held her hand tight
and said “Love you mummy”
he held her hand warm
placed it on his heart
pulled her closer
and said “love you my bride”
he held her tiny hands
placed them on his lips
kissed her softly
and said “Love you my princess”
he held her wrinkled hands
placed them on his forehead
kissed them gently
and said “miss you mother”
life 1.
young and free with no boundaries
giggles in abundance
roaming free on the streets
life 2.
fallen in love
suddenly someone has a remote control
to press amongst the buttons of emotions
to decide what your day would be like
abundance of happiness and pain
life 3.
marriage happened
this one surely one of those not made in heaven
well anyway, 90 percent of them are not
but a few a little more scary
life 4.
babies arrive and bring parenthood
the story starts that never ends
memories captured, discovered, made
which are worth a lifetime
this too is not 100 percent fool proof
henceforth, ups and downs
life 5.
still needs a name to be given
alone, spending days without uttering a word
sleepless nights even after 4 pills
tossing and turning thinking of nothing
what would you call it?
life 6.
beyond imagination.. to be discovered
words, just a few words
simple, no tough
mesmerising, describing
worthwhile, purposeful
words of enlightenment
words of wisdom
with wings reaching high
shining like sun
sometimes intense
at time easy
read through me
breathe my beauty
with purpose, with passion
imbibe me
I am – a POEM
with my rejections
I have grown strong
I have become bold
I learnt to challenge
my challenges back
for every rejection
on my way in life
I have traveled
a little closer to my destiny
Standing right next to it and looking at the endless number of floors with the ones at the top, touching the sky. It’s an experience. And i was fortunate to make that experience mine. A dazzling piece of architecture and beauty with a strong foundation.
31st December 2015, the final hours of the countdown. Thousands of tourists had flown to Dubai to see the most spectacular fireworks in the world. People gathering around Burj Khalifa. Eating dinner, having drinks in the most plush restaurants in the world. And suddenly, fire erupts in the building (The Address), spreading at the speed of light. There was a kiosk and it was all over the news.
We were planning on to go see the fireworks and this sad news made us glued to our tv screens watching The Address on fire live. There were firefighters at the location and the Prince of Dubai was…
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walking in the woods
listening to the silence
seeing the unseen
singing the unsung
smiling the pain
weeping the pleasure
holding the untouched
consuming the power
defeating the invincible
I have seen
the light of the darkness
I have realized
I forgot to live
I have learnt
to begin the end
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
my helplessness
laughs at me
teases
my character
how
i made it
so effortless
for them
to hurt me too deep
in the silence of the night
shadows emerged
dancing and screaming
the bats woke up from their nightmares
the wind got mustier with every blow
the naked devils were all lined up
the cups in their hands smelled of blood
in the middle of the woods
the red flower emerged
all of them gathered around the fire
the only music was the howl of the wolves
the scarred face moon
watched in silence
as an angel passing by
called for the dawn
in the blink of an eye
the moist evil was seen evaporated
the strained sun inhaled the ashes
shadows were gone
and so were the devil
——
my alarm went off
there i do it again
what i told me I wouldn’t a million times
last time
i promised be the last
when i touched this glass of wine
no i feel no shame
here i hold the damn glass again
for with the shining glass in my hand
fade away my shades of pain
pain that brings me
to the world real
in which, you are no more
its just me that’s left
grieved, heartsore
privileges, i got none
deprived of life
scarcity, my only bid
my face not flawless
the scent of my body
disturbing, unpleasant
in the name of luxury
i only have my lap to offer
in the name of cuisines
i got bread tasteless
i am his comfort car
in my arms
i take him places
every night
as i watch him sleeping
i ask myself
for my offerings meagre
the fact that i am poor
am i a mother any less?
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 mountain
at a slow and steady pace
will reach the top, the day will come
in my hands will i have my fate
have i got lazy
or they stopped reading
guess its best
not to look for the answer!
This is about a little girl who lost her father at the age of 7. She had a younger brother and their mom was just 25 when this tragic thing happened. This girl and her brother hadn’t even realized how their world was going to change from then on. The struggle started in their lives.
Mother struggling to earn and take care of the children without any support. She struggled with her emotions as she was so deeply in love with her husband whom she had lost. She couldn’t cry tears of pain so that she would not make her children feel scared or weak.
The girl started to wonder why her mother had stopped putting on any makeup and why does she now always wears dull color clothes. She often ran to her mother with a lipstick and requested her to wear it. And her mother would refuse (back then, in a hindu family, a widow was not allowed to wear bright colors or any kind of makeup).
Then came a day, her mother told her that their father was coming back. That he was gone for a while and now he is returning. The girl knew in her heart, its not her father, its going to be her step father, but looking at the shine on her mother’s face, she kept quite. She was surely happy about something – that her mother would start wearing bright colors and wear a lipstick or a nail paint again.
Life after that was full of struggle. Much more than it was earlier.
Years passed, the girl was now 34. She had her own children now. One day, sitting next to her mom breastfeeding her baby, her mother spoke to share how she felt when she lost her husband.
It was the first time ever she talked about the same.
She said,
“Your father was a very nice man, he helped me with everything. He was working at a high level in an organization, the same company gave me a job after his death on the basis of his seniority. He had 2 heart attacks and the third one took his life. He was hospitalized for about a month and i used to visit him everyday in the morning after sending you and your brother to the school. But that day, that dark day, i just entered the elevator in the hospital and saw a nurse with whom i got familiar with in that past one month. I greeted the nurse good morning and usually she would she would greet me back the same. But that day, she replied back saying “don’t you know?”
The floor under my feet froze. I wanted to jump out through the half open door of the elevator. Few other people in the elevator stopped me.
That moment, that one moment was the most uncertain moment of my life. I could not consume, what had just happened. I had you and your brother aged 7 and 5 and here I just lost my husband.”
The girl heard her mother talking her heart.
The irony of different perspectives brought tears to her eyes, that when her mother was going through the darkest moment of her life, as a child, she was busy thinking about why her mother would not wear any make up anymore!!
strained, through the net
of my bedroom window
the sun, now gentle and warm
breeze in the morning
getting colder
with each passing day
zeal in the air
embracing festivity
with arms wide open
exotic berries
peaches, grapes
soon to be relished
my mug of coffee
getting warm a little early
as I’m lost in my thoughts
imagining the beauty
of the Winters approaching
stories!!!!!
Yeah!! All of them talk about the stories of success. We all have heard many of them.
And what about millions of those unsuccessful ones! Have we ever tried to listen to those too. The voice of so many of us never heard or thought about. Why is it only success that matters? Why not just accept the defeat as well and share it as a story.
It may not give us fame or the spotlight but it will make many of us start believing in ourselves. It will give a lot of us a boost of experience. Being not successful makes me common and I strongly feel its not as bad as we think it is. Not everyone can be a hero or a leader. Even a leader needs people to follow him. So, am I not playing an important role by not being a hero. My voice counts…
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Well!! I must say a good day in the world of blogging. A few visits to my blog to start with-and then a quite a number of views and the next thing — likes and comments by my fellow bloggers… Excitement took over and guess what i did!! Deleted a precious comment on my post “Walking in the woods”.
The worst part is i did not even get to see the bloggers name. It sure was a positive comment and i need it back!!
So, if it was you…. Please send it to me again….
……. oh so Waiting me……
Life is full of challenges. Many of us go through hardships in life at some point. The urge to be heard and to have company in times of struggle is only human.
In times of trying, many of us have our own moments of failures in life. And! are we shy to share them?
Everyone’s favorite are the success stories. Why not come out with a few falls behind them. Let’s share every defeat, each failure that we may have faced in our lives. Let every fall be the beginning of a fresh effort.
Come, share your story with us and let’s hear what others have in store!
Remember, your story may teach a lesson to someone in need.
Yeah!! All of them talk about the stories of success. We all have heard many of them. And what about millions of those unsuccessful ones! Have we ever tried to listen to those too. The voice of so …
Yeah!! All of them talk about the stories of success. We all have heard many of them.
And what about millions of those unsuccessful ones! Have we ever tried to listen to those too. The voice of so many of us never heard or thought about. Why is it only success that matters? Why not just accept the defeat as well and share it as a story.
It may not give us fame or the spotlight but it will make many of us start believing in ourselves. It will give a lot of us a boost of experience. Being not successful makes me common and I strongly feel its not as bad as we think it is. Not everyone can be a hero or a leader. Even a leader needs people to follow him. So, am I not playing an important role by not being a hero. My voice counts too, even if I just have a story of my failures to share.
So, I may be unsuccessful, but I am still alive and dreaming!
Come join the team, if you want to share your story.
Let’s speak up! Let’s face it boldly!
We dance round in a ring and suppose, but the secret sits in the middle and knows. – Robert Frost
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