I am the ladybird
I carry vibrance in me
I am the bee
I carry sweetness of honey
I am the firefly
I carry glow of hope
I am the dragonfly
I carry dreams from this world to the other
I am the butterfly
I carry softness of colors
I am all, everything is me
I am nature, I carry life
I am love, I carry your soul
***
life – a little too long
a test infinite
never ending
I’m not sure
if winning matters
anymore
at all
****
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
****
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!
I am not in you, the way you are in me
so I crave – for you to crave for me
the way – I crave for you
hope, my cravings are making sense
***
a man
fantasized to drive a lamborghini
he refused to compromise
to settle for a car any lesser
*
another man
fantasized – to walk by the roadside
he dreamt – of running on his own legs
poor him
he couldn’t do without a wheel chair
*
my heart cries to know
their understanding of luxury
****
The GHOST – told me a joke
I laughed
I pretended to laugh
for I didn’t want him to learn
I was shit scared of his presence
and in the meantime
the GHOST enjoyed
cracking jokes all night
****
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
*****
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
****
teary eyes..
telling stories of the past night
arguments.. accusations…
teary eyes..
struggling to retain the tears
to not allow them to kiss the cheeks
teary eyes..
silent yet screaming the pain
***
Do you see
brothers killing their own brothers..
Do you see the Guns
to protect the Humans
from Humans..
***
complicated are those machines
they call them GUNS
I struggle
to understand their purpose
is it to help the man
or to kill him
***
politics driven in the name of religion
countries being broken
the world divided into bits & pieces
communities pushed to demand autonomy greater
leaving the humanity wounded, bleeding to death
a few kings ruling the rest of the millions
gripping the power, never let it to leave their hands
feeding youth to walk against their own will
pushing them to shed blood, feasting on it
a dirty, rotten game of the thrones
played in the dark by the darkest of the minds
building up a hell on this very earth
rather, making the earth itself
a living Hell
when I turn fifty
I wonder sometimes
how would I see the world
with the same eyes of mine
my bones would be fragile
wrinkles would emerge on my skin
would I need a few pills to sleep
would I still relish delicious cuisines
then I tell myself
when I turn fifty
I would rather travel the world
I would taste the best wine around
I would laugh to make people laugh
I would spread love and positivity
no, I wouldn’t be fragile or weak
my heart would still be young
when I turn fifty
****
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
Need to witness a little magic in my soul
I just want to be pure like a child
I just desire to be reborn
****
mySestina
I wish the moon to jump its way
I wish the sun to cool down for a while
I wish the stars to come a little closer
I wish to see a little magic in the sky
I wish the rainbow to change its colors
I wish the clouds to form a palace
I wish the rain to bathe us of divinity
I wish the ocean to shine too bright
I wish the birds to learn to swim
I wish the trees to walk a bit
I wish the mountains to bow for once
I wish the fish to learn to fly
all of this and much much more
a list of my wishes somehow eternal
to make them come true for even once
guess I need to travel to the world another
the world another, a world impossible
travel my way the Fantasy land
*****
soft blue eyes with no fake lashes
lips so pink beating any gloss
smile so genuine, felt deep within
long hair kissing her shoulders softly
as I look at her, praising her beauty
I end up telling myself all the time
could anything be more stylish ever
more stylish than her simplicity
****
as I praised the darkness
the light shone upon my soul
as I praised the clouds
the rain cleansed my thoughts
as I praised a mother
her children started to follow me
as I praised the weak
they revealed the warrior in them
as I praised the wind
it became soothing against my skin
as I praised the ocean
it gulped all my sins
as I praised the almighty
I saw the path to selflessness
and as I praised my love
we became one soul
****
I sing – the silence in me
I celebrate melancholy
I do not let my tears to fall
I tell to my heart a little too often
pain is companion, it is no enemy
I let my loneliness give me company
I need no joy to feel complete
I am beyond happiness
****
body of a goddess
these curves flawless
soft long hair swaying
spreading fragrance
eyes deep and dark, telling many tales
skin so soft, shining like gold
pink lips inviting to kiss
watching you move around
makes them write poetry
you truly are
a poet’s muse
*****
Dreams, many dreams
all of them – caged in a jar
dreams of heaven and those of hell
dreams of passion and those of common
dreams of lust and those of attraction
dreams of desires and those of hatefulness
dreams of the hills and those the depth of the ocean
dreams of rising and those of many falls
dreams of laughing and those of many screams
dreams of the ghosts and those of the fairies
dreams of the kings and many of their slaves
dreams of the children and of the wrinkled people
dreams of the birds and those in the wild
dreams for a reason and sometimes for no reason
giving a chill, sometimes so pleasurable
mysterious how they are, revealing much at sometimes
making one go crazy – dreams dramatic
*****
as you hold my hand, you shall
my soul gleams with shine
I ready myself for a hike
to the moon & back to the earth
fuel me with your touch, you shall
fuel me with your love, you shall
****
forbidden of happiness
each moment of her life
today, she lay in her own space
a space too packed, with her lifeless body
she now lay in a gleaming coffin..
only the angels now know
of her pain
that door was false
I was told all my life
it was the door to the heaven
today, my soul leaves my frame
just to prove to me
heavens have no doors
clearly
the door was false
#poetry #TheDoor #fiction
I wonder sometimes of the passion of a child
how they find glory in the simplest of the things
how they could smile for no reason at all
their hearts so kind unaware of the hatred
their bodies so soft yet so energetic
never they would fail to find a reason to laugh
innocence unmatched teaching lessons to many
finding their joy in catching butterflies
their eyes so beautiful not to see the rich or poor
all they got is love in store for all
dreaming of the mountains and the waterfalls
flying high in the sky with no wings at all
how vulnerable yet the most powerful
I wonder sometimes of the passion of a child
how they are passionate about the real thing
just Happiness
and nothing else
****
I give in, to the burning flames
for my love, to the sun
I burn like the fire myself
show my sins the way to the ashes
I cleanse my soul everyday
I take birth, fresh like a child
but this is heart of mine so innocent
it loves the Moon, with a passion no less
it chooses to cool, to the serenity of the night
peacefully, I embrace the silver light
the grains of my sand calm and soothing
offering my love complete
this selfless love so pure of mine
leaving a message bright and bold
a Desert I am, from me could they learn
the meaning of being ADAPTABLE
#dailyprompt #poetry #adaptability
silenced from the sight of bloodshed
blasting bombs, the sound of the guns
screaming people running for their lives
houses on fire, broken, wounded
loosing the strength, the buildings falling
silenced from the wounds of the city
the city of war, dying a swift death
thousands dead, lying on the roads
and those who survived
turning to become zombies
starting a journey slow & gruesome
for them nothing remained
but to live their lives in utter agony
silenced, never saying a word
asking thmeselves, why didn’t they also die
why a few of them had survived
survived, to live their death
every coming moment of their lives
your sweetness
keeps me thinking
keeps me worried
I just feel
I may loose my mind
for I don’t know when
would you start
to taste sour
maybe bitter…
Your sweetness…
leaving me
hungry for more
#poetry #unpredictable
the Ice & the Fire together
strong yet helpless – against each other
both confused – unable to decide
whether to cool or to burn the other
both in love
ready to give in
to give up their power
praying to the almighty
to take away
their extremism
****
it’s amazing how you drive me to write
it’s beautiful how you lift me to strive
how you fill me with emotions endless
with your love, your thoughtful comments
the way you perceive my poems, the thoughts behind them
makes me inspire to bring more to you
every hour, every minute
how I think to bring a smile to your face
imagining you reading me, gives me a special place
I wonder would I be here without you all
could I have ever done it, without touching your hearts
this story, this journey through the world of blogging
how I feel so related, how you make me feel special
my dearest followers, my dedicated readers
today, let me reveal a secret
mySestina not just mine anymore
mySestina truly now is yourSestina
*******
#poetry #drive #blogging
holding heavy guns of terror
masked faces, spreading terror
children, women, elderly
no one is spared
laughing like demons
feasting on the pain of the innocent
taking pleasure in shedding blood red
those terrorists
they seem to have forgotten
the meaning of their own existence
****
image source : google
aren’t we now just numbers
numbers that’s increasing
aren’t we now just more
more humans & no Humanity
aren’t we now just blind
our vision getting fragile
incapable to consume the reality
aren’t we just hurting all
all that of our own kind
and the rest
aren’t we losing the connection
the power of emotion
aren’t we speeding at the pace of light
to spread the darkness
aren’t we not just fed up
fed up of wars
fed up of politics
fed up of crime
aren’t we?
***
that house, where I was born
many things about it, I still remember
thinking of them, bring life to my soul
one of them, I distinctly remember
an old clock, that hung on the wall
I was a child, I never bothered about the time
yet I relished, the sound of the pendulum
the announcements it made every hour
to all the members of the family..
in that house we all made memories
we laughed, we shared smiles
we ate dinner together
every morning, we saw the sunrise
we too had many moments of pain
we cried together, our sorrows – we embraced
there, I met my childhood, my siblings
for heaven, saw my grandparents leaving
so much, that happened in the house
while the clock, went on ticking
the sound of the pendulum
still close to my heart
*****
living in a world full of wonders
satellites, smart phones, micro computers
robots at our service, each moment of our lives
televisions of all kind, virtual reality
things readily available on the touch of a screen
sitting in one corner, we could reach the other end of the world
conferences happening sitting continents away
man, reaching the mars, flying at the speed of light
exploring the universe, galaxies, the milky way
living in such a world so full of wonders
everything in abundance, luxuries, comforts
yet the man, loosing the true meaning of his existence
the only thing elusive now, is the Human connection
the Human Touch!
****
slogged my way
through the Ocean
only to find you
diving into someone else’s Heart….
MUST I SAY
funny is my fate
can’t understand now
should I be shedding tears
or to laugh
a psycho out of me
*****
you came into my life, colors came along
there was freshness around in the air
everything turned charming
there was no place for any negatives
I smiled all day long for no reason
you were there deep down in my thoughts
I was too happy to notice the crisis that was to come
as you failed me, you left me that day – broken
colors vanished, everything turned dark
freshness around me turned foul to absorb
even the charm wasn’t charming anymore
I couldn’t see life, it all turned gloomy
I never smiled afterwards
& the irony my dear is
you are still deep down in my thoughts
I am going to reveal a secret that is going to bring amazement to many. I myself was surprised to learn that something like this could have happened to me.
I was sitting on my couch when my phone rang. The number was a private one and I was slightly hesitant to take the call initially. But somehow I pressed the “Answer” tab on my phone’s screen.
“Good morning, May I please talk to mySestina?” said someone..
I told them I am Z i g y a s a and my blog’s name is mySestina.
“Yes please, you are the one who writes poetry, isn’t it?”
I told them that it was me only.
“Well, I am calling from the President’s office in the USA, and we need your services. One of our officers here has discovered you on the internet and has been very impressed with your work. Could you please pay a visit to our office?”
I was Perplexed.. it felt as if my feet got glued to the ground. As I listened to her musical voice, I tried to grasp all that she had told me. I tried to pinch myself to check if it a was dream. But before I could do so, she started again..
“Hello, are you there miss, could you confirm if you could pay a visit to the White House?”
After a few days, I was sitting with my husband having morning tea. He just smiled and asked, “Honey! why were you saying, The White House! The White House! Yesss, Yesss… in your dream the other day?”
And I had almost met Obama…. in my dream!
she lay on the bed, her body lifeless
the line on ECG machine, had stopped taking jumps
the doctors speechless, unable to announce the news
to her children, holding on to her hands tightly
her spirit readying to leave her body
trying with a force too immense
seeing the rolling down tears, on soft cheeks of her children
how her spirit melted in that moment
unable to bear to see such pain in those eyes
it was now too weak to go to heaven
and there, a miracle happened
a mother came back to life embarrassing the death
to hold back those fingers, that held her in hope
for her kids trusted her way beyond trust
she had told them she wouldn’t leave them alone
she couldn’t afford to break their tiny hearts
she smiled, as she got ready to go back home
along with her three little children
In response to the daily prompt
broad are his shoulders, that spark in his eyes
his manner humble, yet commanding
his silence speaks through me eloquently
embrace so passionate, I melt in his arms
privileged I am to be his woman
how he shields me against all odds
he never let the storm to dust my eyes
he never let the sun to tan my skin
he gulps the sorrow that eyes my heart
a tender soul with a will so strong
I look up to him as my mountain
he flows me with life, like a waterfall
he consumes my temper, like lava so red
he flourishes me with the trees of peace
I know in my heart I love him much
how positive I am, he loves me much more
the sea shore shyly smiled
as it fell in love with the waves
as they flowed to kiss it gently
to make it drench
to feel caressed
the sea shore madly in love
imprinted
the name of its lover
on the flowing water
how silly of it
not to realize
the name it wrote
shall stay for not long
every blow of the waves
as they would come
to kiss the sea shore
will erase
their own name
written on the heart
of the sea shore
sitting under that old banyan tree
leaves blocking the moonlight on his face
gruesome loneliness stinging his heart
his conscience crying and screaming in pain
his mother, his father, where were they?
masked men had shot them in their hearts a day before
his destiny has brought him to a camp so horrid
where children are trained to be human bombs
tears not stopping to fall from his eyes
desperate is he to find the answers
his understanding is pure love and affection
a child, he is, unaware of hatred
why were they forcing him to be violent
when he must hold a pencil in his hand
why does he have to hold
nothing but a gun in his hands
a long day of hardships…
I am drained, exhausted
yet, a simple smile on your face
holds the power…
it recharges me enough
to face tomorrow
***
I had bought a large one
didn’t think how will I finish it
I took a few bites quickly
had to rush for a meeting
I wrapped it up in a foil
looked for a waste bin around
couldn’t find any
and so I kept the foil in my bag
driving on the road
as I stopped on a traffic signal
few kids came running to my car
offering their service
to dust off the windows
for a few pennies
I told them not to
and then it came to my mind
the half eaten sandwich wrapped in the foil
I took it out from my bag
offered it to those children…..
looking at food, their eyes shined
there were 3 of them
the eldest one made 3 bites
and they all merrily finished it all
in less than a minute
they were jumping with joy
waving their hands to say goodbye to me
as I started to drive my way
to my meeting
smiling
In response to the the daily prompt.. my Heart goes out to the victims of Orlando shootings..
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Gretta was six, she was excited about something
she had made a house for her uncle to stay
uncle Jake was to come tomorrow
and he shall live in that little house of clay
she had made it with her tiny soft hands
how proud was she to make it so colorful
there was room for a garden
there was room for a big kitchen
the house was huge, she looked at it all day
she asked her mom a thousand times
when was uncle Jake coming to see her surprise
her eyes sparkled with enormous joy
the time was about to come, the following day
in the meanwhile
someone with a gun, accompanied uncle Jake
yes, it was the city of Orlando’s sad fate
shootings happened, many dreams died
nothing but thick red blood in sight
the cops had called to inform the family
Mom spoke on the phone really softly
tears rolled down from her eyes to her cheeks
Gretta stood behind, she consumed the reality
she didn’t speak a word, she didn’t cry
she simply went to the house she had made
there was now some more work to be done
she had to REBUILD that house of clay
now with a Coffin inside
where uncle Jake would Rest in Peace
I am no child, I can do without a lullaby
no greed in my eyes, hold your gold away from me
I have learnt to face life, do not present me with luxury
big cars, plush house, servants around, I have no fancy
my tears are enough for me, I can do without the rain
don’t direct me to those pills, I have the will to bear the pain
after a day of tiresome work, I can sleep sound on the floor
no soft mattress is asked, my comfort is in my dreams
I am not aware of cuisines, neither do I wish for the same
sweet words from my beloved, make my dinner delicious
smiles around are enough for me
to give me the insight to the heaven
I am a soul powerful, contentment is my weapon
yet, for one thing I struggle every moment
I struggle for PEACE, I struggle for HARMONY
how painful to see people shooting each other
killing humanity
will this STRUGGLE ever end
today I wonder, as I sit under the stars
looking up to the sky
searching for the answers
I may not find
soon enough
napping inside the womb of the 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
loaded with lush green leaves
once, it stood with pride
its broadness offering cool shade
as the sun shone too bright
its many branches, holding pretty homes
where birds would take their blissful naps
giving birth to their tiny ones
those leaves breathing in, the sun
birthing fresh air for many to survive
how meaningful was once its existence…
Today, its face a little too sad, rather shameful
now naked, robbed of its pretty leaves
its shade has gone, those nests are now dead
no birds sing music, sitting on its branches
just the sight of it, bringing shivers to my mind…
I am the culprit, I killed that tree
my greed has grown without a stop
my list of luxuries have destroyed its life
contaminated the earth, poisoned the soil
the noble tree, battled bravely to live
to keep giving, to save its pride
my filth in the end had won the war
&
the lifeless Tree, now standing
at the same spot Aimlessly
you fill me with fragrance
with flowers glowing to your breeze
spreading the colors of imagination
yeah, you are my Spring my love
I sweat waiting for you for hours
without worrying about the heat
uncle sun shows his magic
making you my Summer, my love
I shed my tears for you
like leaves shed by the trees
I crave to be held by you
you are my Autumn my love
I am so cold many a times
being left alone by you
trying to consume some warmth by the fireplace
you have shown me the Winters my love
you greet me, complete me
you make me crazy with the way you treat me
I live with you, I die with you
you are the way my life takes me to
you truly are the seasons of my life
once upon a time
there was a girl, a little child
innocent heart
beautiful imaginations
a brown teddy bear
her dearest companion
deeply in love
she never would let it go
imagined to be teddy’s wife
the day she would grow..
inevitable Mr. Time
cruely robbed that innocence
as it passed ticking the clock
days, and then years
little girl now all grown up
no more toys
to remain around her
does she even remember
how & when she lost
her dear teddy bear
the new avatar of life
entirely unlike the previous
assuring the presence
of pretty tears in her life
to keep those big, deep dark eyes
forever moist
she now wonders
of such a drastic change she’d faced
no more giggles
beaming laughs all gone
today, her only & true companion
the one
never leaving her side
even in a crowd
is no one else
but Her Loneliness
Living in a world
With no compassion
People, with guns in their hands
Their minds full of disgust
Hatred, overflowing
Their eyes, ready to cheat
Everyone who could be cheated
Their words cruel, hurtful
As they open their mouth to speak
Their brains so full of greed
Wanting enormous power
Their mindset inhuman
Not allowing others to make any choices
Breeding a generation like their own
Their children following their path
Not realizing, their attitude
Becoming poisonous
Creating
A society so Empty
That’s never to flourish
But to die
A painful death
&
To fill the emptiness
With nothing
but
dead bodies all around
he came back home just yesterday
united with his beloved wife
excited to see her belly grown to the full
tiny baby was about to come
the following morning, the phone rang
they called for him cancelling his leave
his country needed him, he was a soldier brave
the neighbor country had announced the war
with a heavy heart, he left home again
promising his wife, to be back soon enough
to welcome a new life to this world
to build his own, small beautiful world
the war had declared thousands dead
there were screams all around the border
there were unstopping explosions
his gun loaded, he faced the enemy with courage
a rain of bullets from the opposite side
just one, was enough to hit him in the chest
piercing his skin, poisoning his heart
he fell on the ground gasping for his breath
he vision went blank, only dark he could see
in that moment, he thought of his unborn baby
how eagerly his wife must be waiting
he spoke to Death in an awed whisper
begging for a little more time to live
sigh!
the cruel war had swallowed his soul
he had to die
without welcoming his beloved child
women being slaved
poor victims of sex trade
repeatedly raped
in those small stinking rooms
beautiful curtains
elegantly hiding
the ugly truth
****
image source
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
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
***
the gynaecologist sighed
took the mask off her nose
plopped the 4 month old fetus
in the tray to her right
announced
“ABORTION successful”
you took it on a ship, a massive one
you wanted to make sure
there was no coming back for it
golden light, of the sun turned grey
as I watched you in silence sailing far away
tears birthed out of my sad eyes
making their journey through my face
they disappeared into the air
when you reached the middle of the sea
you plopped my heart mercilessly
for the monsters in the sea to feast upon…..
standing at the shore I felt sheer pain
I became hollow, my soul evaporated
is this what you are supposed to do
to someone
to whom – you meant the world
*****
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
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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
a song I meant to sing
I needed him to sing along
shyly indicated my intentions to him
we waited for the music to assist
we waited and kept waiting
were we deaf not to listen to the tune
screaming over and over to us both
assuring the possibility of the impossible
we were not meant to be what we thought
together, we couldn’t write a song
together, we were never to sing
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
a child – thrilled
with the glory of magicians and jugglers
tricked by the tricksters
laughed at the funny ways of the clown
scared by the presence of a tiger around
astounded by the courage
of the man disciplining the big cat
amazed to see the enormous size of an elephant
seeing the bright colors of the birds performing
enjoying many moments
eyes filled with excitement
his heart raced many a times
laughed merrily during the show
even felt sad for a few reasons
could he ever imagine
the enjoyable show he was watching today
to turn into a tough reality tomorrow
did he realize his own life
to turn into an unending show of circus
in just a few more years
you and me
just you and me
holding hands
feeling the warmth
our fingers mingling
our palms in embrace
sitting under the shadows
of countless leaves
our eyes closed in serenity
dreaming of our lives together
our lips moving in union
our lungs humming
a song ordinary
yet melodious
for it is
a song so pious
for it is
the song of our love
****
he looked at her with warmth in his eyes
her lips were soft inviting him to kiss
he slipped his fingers in her hair
the warmth in his eyes turning passionate
he wanted her to look into his eyes
his need to make love to her made her shiver in joy
passion grew in her veins, her heart started to race
the angels of love danced around two souls
as they poured pure love into each other
melting in the steam of pleasure
him and her
moaned joy in union
crying out each other’s name they reached the peak
kissing each other softly, they lay still
once again
he looked at her with warmth in his eyes
****
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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
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
****
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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?
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
****
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?
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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)
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
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
****
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
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
********
Image By Alpe John from The Juandering Artist
#Poetry #TimeTravel
holding a feather in my hand
I let my imagination, kiss the rainbow
lying on the earth, shyly
I welcome musings beautiful
to come – make love to me
****
I demanded today an apology from my heart
for I have suffered a million times of it’s recklessness
I know it is sorry today, really
I also know, it will make me cry again tomorrow
at the end of the day, it is my HEART
isn’t it meant to be so
I guess, I will have to forgive it again
*****
how blindly I am in love with you
I end up admiring everything you do
even if it was your decision
to leave me behind
***
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
the 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
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
***
image source : google
often my suffering, embraced me in life
each step that I took
with every moment that passed
I pushed myself to stay brave, stay calm
I built myself to consume the pain
my will – my strength
my honesty – my sword
I was born a warrior
I fought like one
& today like the bravest of all
I take sanctuary in the arms of the death
wishing to be born
a warrior again
****
I choose to remain, hungry for more
not ashamed, of my greed never satisfying
for it’s only Love, that I am asking for
would you please be kind to tell me
do I deserve a punishment?
***
he stood, in front of her
looking into her eyes so dark..
she, a little shy
yet, filled with passion
imagining, his tongue
inside her mouth
as he slowly
moved his gaze
from her eyes
to her lips
so desiring, so wet
*****
clouds carefree
roaming about in the sky
flawless cotton like
pure and white
changing their color
anytime they wished
as if getting ready
to meet their lover
transforming into rain
falling to the ground
to make love to the soil
clouds carefree
******
#clouds #carefree #poetry
she tried hard – to hide her pain
made her eyes to refuse – to host the tears
yet, the frail smile on her lips
narrated the story in detail
***
in the silence of the night
shadows emerged
dancing and screaming
the bats woke up from their nightmare
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
***
image source : google
#poetry #nighmare
on a dull evening
I decided to tease my loneliness
so I called for a get together
no one else accepted my invitation
except for him
that evening when I was the host
my only guest was a white faced ghost
the ghost was generous to pay me a visit
to sit with me, talk a little bit
we shared a strange congeniality
somehow it worried me occassionally
the evening started to graduate to night
white color on his face had started to vanish
I struggled to see through the darkness
trying to feed my anxiety, moved a little closer
my eye refused to believe what they witnessed
left spellbound, not even a word I could utter
towards him as I pointed my finger
shocked to witness the face behind the Ghost’s
it was me, siting in front of me
I reached out to touch with my fingertips
the shining Glass of Time
it melted softly upon my touch
revealing, what laid on the other side
I saw a little Me, giggling
playing with bubbles & butterflies
running with kids after the flying kite
catching thousands of dragon flies
drops of rain bathing me pure
rainbow in the sky, glowing to bless
trees offering their branches to my swing
the wind blew softly to make me sing
my little self treasured the treasure that’s real
no coins no dollars I needed to buy
my happiness, I held it in my own hands
as a child, I had the vision to understand
the beauty lied in my own self
I knew how to smile, how to remain happy
weren’t those days simply beautiful
weren’t they
my real life
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
we were distanced
by the closeness between us
we were unhappy
for happiness that didn’t belong to us
we were crying from the inside
presenting fake smiles to the world
we drowned in pain
when we tried to dive into each other
we were filled, bubbled by the hollow
too many layers between us, parting our hearts
still all this while, never were we permitted
the unbearable pressure of the society
forcing our frames, to remain together
to do nothing but to put a fake face
behind which
we were to shed tears countless
embarrassing our happiness
where, there would be
flowers of all kinds
there, where we will have
LOVE to bind
where, there shall be
no place for pain
there, where we will have
happiness to rain
where, there everyone
will get to LIVE their dream
there, where each soul
is eager to GIVE
am I imagining
a place Unimaginable
is it possible
to have this place on earth
or can we only get to see it
in the heaven of the almighty
are we all not tired
of this old world of ours
are we all not craving
for a fresh & peaceful
an Island so Magical
We dance round in a ring and suppose, but the secret sits in the middle and knows. – Robert Frost
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