life – a little too long
a test infinite
never ending
I’m not sure
if winning matters
anymore
at all
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the test infinite
Tag: life
Pieces of my life
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
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My Life isn’t Perfect
walking through the deserts – I burnt my skin
crossed the forests for miles – I climbed up the tallest of trees
there were oceans on my way
I crossed them swimming with the whales
from the top of the hills – I jumped many times
many years I have spent – I have come far enough
my life hasn’t been perfect – I must accept
still it keeps me going – it never stops
and that’s one thing – I love about my life
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Pain makes us.. who we are
Pain.. sometimes I wonder why are we so scared of it. We are driven to move in the opposite direction. Pain is considered to be a negative in our lives. Today, I am going to talk a little about pain and the tears that it brings and also its effect on us.
Pain, is painful. No doubts. Everyone has gone through sufferings in their lives for some reason. Loosing a person we love, getting hurt in love, not getting enough from someone we love dearly, failures in terms of studies, career, loosing a job, struggle to get fame etc.
But, have we realized one thing? Pain, struggle, suffering and failures are so important in our lives. I have seen people becoming strong enough to face the most difficult times as they have tasted the suffering. Struggle, polishes our souls to not give up and keep trying.
There are people, although a few of them, who are born worthy. They have money, comforts, love and everything they need, is just a click away from them. They, don’t even know what struggle is, how is it like to be suffering, how does it feel to be in pain. I personally feel that when they are presented with struggle in their lives, they tend to loose their heart easily.
Here is an example. I was born in 70s in a middle class family. We, as children didn’t know the meaning of luxury. It was a dream to sit in a car in those times. We struggled through life to achieve what we have today. While growing up, we pushed our limits to be in a better position and without a doubt we suffered as well. I even lost a family member at an early age and honestly speaking, I was too young to understand the loss. But while growing up, I missed that person in each possible way. It had an impact on the monetary condition, emotional security, social pressure and a lot more. I always used to think that had I not lost that dear member of my family, things would have been much better and different.
Now, in my late 30s, I realize that I am a much stronger person today. I have seen all kind of struggle in my life. I have born pain to a great extent and that has made me kind of ready for it whenever it chooses to knock on my door the next time. Our experiences change us and polish us to be who we turn out to be.
And hence, I am glad today to have born pain my life. I am glad today to have faced struggle throughout. I still miss my dearest family member whom I lost and nothing can ever fill that gap, yet I am glad that I decided to fight and took the situation in a positive way to make me believe in myself. I now feel that I can face any damn situation in my life and I am ready to learn more from the experiences to come my way through this journey of life.
A survivor, a warrior…
Let me know what you think!
mySestina life journey of pain.
Not a Child anymore
my eyes dried of tears
my expressions don’t cry along with me
when i can’t take it no more, i scream with pain
yet, no one seems to notice
then i tell myself
not to worry
it’s got to be like this only
i am not a child anymore
over a little Sin
it’s not just love, that I have in me
my soul is a little hateful too
it’s not only smile that I wear on my lips
my soul gets angry too
true, I have compassion to fill me
at times I feel a little of rage
yes, I am gentle most of the times
yet, stubbornness puts me in a cage
I am a human
am I to be flawless?
without having tasted a little sour of me
would they know the taste of the sweet
for all my emotions, for all my faces,
I tend to feel complete
I guess, the cycle of tastes
must go on, to take circles now and then
isn’t that the secret, to make us all
relish the good, over a little sin
The Juggler Almighty
teasing the stages of life in his hands
throwing up and catching one after the other
the Juggler Almighty
playing his game flawless
completing uncountable circles
releasing a thrill while making us go high
sending a shiver letting us coming down
ensuring relief by catching us all
never letting any of us to fall
his game continues, never fails to end
green, blue, red – all colors in his store to lend
must our lives to look, like a rainbow to him
must he relish a sight so scenic
making us jump, making us speed down
letting us rest to a quick still,
then to ready us for a jump again
for us, he’s always at work
the Juggler Almighty
oh dreams & the other state of us
ambiguous lives, lived by the living
in twin states of being awake or dreaming
overwhelming yet secretive
intrigues us souls to discover the relevance
the genuineness or the forgery
of both the worlds we spend our breaths in
are we real with these eyelids shut
or the color with our eyes open, is faithful
a mystery to remain so, never to be revealed
oh dreams and the other state of us
my wishes!
all my life, never did I fail to make wishes
tried to make friends with them
called for them to come true
made effort to make them smile
sigh!
never did they bother
how dearly i felt for them
desperate to turn them to real
see how
both of us were determined
I
never failed to make my wishes
my Wishes
never failed to fail me
shall I ?
shall i urge you to support me a little
shall i ask you to come celebrate life with me
shall i aspire you to be beaming like the sun
shall i inspire you to leave the negative behind
shall i answer your questions if you may have any
shall i gently force you to smile a little
shall i make you forget all of your fears
shall i honor you today for your unmatched courage
shall i praise your serenity that fails the moon
shall i encourage you to climb no matter how high is the mountain
shall i ask you today for one more thing my dear
in the name of humanity
allow me to do all that I can, for you!
the blend of life
life is merriment, to take us high
an inspiration, to make us climb
it is an achievement, must we celebrate
a few of our failures, must we dare
its about relationships, must we hold close
its about mother nature, so we consume
it is the love, we relish we nurture
it is about our children, our future
its that beauty, in the eyes of the beholder
it is the fear, must we smoulder
its about pain, must we bear
its about tears, bound to be shed
isn’t it pretty, a blend of smooth and rough
like a concert with vintage music
composed by the supreme
must we play, must we sing
what you’ve done to Me
i wonder why
i feel light like a feather
i feel the light in my heart
don’t need a reason to smile
i am beautiful from the inside
i glow like shining gold
i shimmer like a gleaming diamond
the scent of my body fragrant without any flowers
my eyes shine with zeal
don’t need any wings to fly
i am no more what i were
o dear is this your love
what you’ve done to me
the labourers
not for me not for you
today, let it be for THEM
today, let’s dedicate our will
for the ones who are not at ease
the ones who know NO comforts
they who burn their skin everyday in the sun
for a few coins to buy their children the cheapest bread
they who chose to sweat but not to beg
they build houses with all comforts for the rich
get to dream their dreams lying on hard bricks
they who clean the roads for the rest
no access to basic washrooms to themselves
they who give drives in fancy cars to the master
get to walk 20 miles to reach to work
there are millions of them out there
facing life with such tremendous courage
today, let’s salute their will
for they are powerful enough
never to give up
but to challenge life every second
Sea Shore
sea shore o sea shore
how you welcome the waves
to make love to you a thousand times
yet to leave you again
sea shore o sea shore
how you offer your calm to someone
to live their loneliness
at the sunset, as they walk on your wet sand
sea shore o sea shore
how you beautify the setting sun
let it glow its soft rays on you
and then to leave you to the dark
sea shore o sea shore
how you mingle with the moon
to consume your serenity
to play the music of the night
then to hand you over to the dawn
sea shore o sea shore
how you enjoy being so giving
and never asking for nothing
sea shore or sea shore
please give me learning to the magic of life
was it too much to ask
tell me
was it too much to ask
if I asked for just a little smile
a spark of just a little happiness in my eyes
you knew my journey till now was exhausting
you knew I was desperate for some rest
you knew enough tears I had shed
you knew your love would have strengthen me
you knew I loved you, gave my life to you
how could you be so heartless to desert me
how could you just let me die every moment
O my dear, tell me where did I fail, how did I fail
after all that I genuinely did to save our relationship
tell me my dearest
was it too much to ask
every Phase was Worth Living
pretty face, pink lips
eyes gleeful, manner carefree
soft long hair smelling sweet
daddy’s sweetheart, mama’s doll
a phase so beautiful, she never wanted it to pass
then came a life, thrilling and bubbly
surrounded by friends all day whole night
young at heart, on top of this world
too wondrous a phase, desirous to be held
progressed to another phase of wisdom
a lover, a wife, she became a mother
followed the lessons of pain, love and affection
she became giving, she was responsible
this surely was a phase worth experiencing
made her turn into a woman from a girl
now, she was old, a grandmother to little kids
telling many stories all day
answering hundred innocent questions
how she enjoyed every bit of it
they giggled and laughed for no reasons at all
made her memorize her young days from back long
from a tiny bud to a flower glorious
gradually to shed its petals to the earth
gorgeous were they all, all phases of her journey
she had to live them all to the full
for her to be complete, to be whole
they came to see me dead
lying in the coffin peacefully
I saw myself, my eyes closed
there were people around my body
sobbing, teary eyes
few of them I knew
they were silent, crying in their hearts
many others, I didn’t know them at all
I wondered, why were they even there
they never were there when I was alive
they never were there when I were in need
they never were there when i was dying, calling them
what brought them here today when I am dead
I am no more there to talk to them
I am no more there to share a smile
I am no more there to be held
seeing their fake tears on my funeral
I knew they just pretended to be sad
I now realize why they came today
they never wanted to be accused of their heartlessness
they never were happy to see me alive
today,for them was a day to celebrate
so they came to see me dead
a blank stare so brief
deep inside the womb
her eyes still dreaming
then came the time
to see the world
took her courage immense
to push through a tiny passage
her soft fleshy head
and then came the moment
her cries announced her arrival to the world
puffy little eyes were still shut
wondering where she was
as she felt the softness of a kiss
divine on her forehead
slowly she opened her tiny eyes
confirming her mother’s presence
with a blank stare so brief
she smiled a little
then closed her eyes again
to dream
An unending show of Circus
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
from a little Height
on the top of the mountain
as I stood and looked down
the city didn’t look the same to me
to my wonderment, it seemed another
thousands of dim lights twinkled at me
never thought it would look so different
from a distance, from a little height
all those people walked in union
the markets didn’t seem conjested anymore
the cars running, injecting life into the roads
the stunning map view of the city
made it look flawless, somehow a little fresh
I couldn’t see no hunger, no poverty
there didn’t seem to be any dirt on the streets
kids laughing, racing to catch a kite
how I felt the lost zeal coming to life
I thought to myself
the city isn’t as dull as I thought it was
it’s still full of charm that needs to be discovered
I still could find happiness there, had I endeavoured
today, I realize the lost beauty of the city
may be because I am looking at it
from a distance, from a little height
I am watching the city
from the top of the mountain
Child is the King
hungry for power, seeking fame
everywhere with everyone
isn’t it the same game
those who got plenty, get to learn
the secret, to our existence
and hence, they begin their search
to happiness, to contentment
to learn and to relish
the simple joys of life
in the end
they all begin to realize
the one who has it all
inside us, hiding, sleeping
as we shake ourselves
to wake her up
it is the child in us who holds the key
to happiness within & around to see
it is she who holds the power eternal
none of the presidents, no politicians
not you, not me
it is only the child
who is the King
hope in pain keeps me alive
a butterfly curious
asked the flower
o my dear, would you tell me
does it hurt
to give away your nectar
does it hurt
when I fly away from you
the flower blushed, replied
o my pretty lady
my colors glow
when you touch me
i am sweeter
when you taste my nectar
you flying away makes me dream
leaves me a hope
that you shall come back
that you will touch me again
my dark side
darkness of the night
lit my mind
made me realize
things about me
there are a few
confessions to be made
there is also
a dark side to me
my dark side has my sadness
my sadness leads to anger
my anger gives a boost
disgust then grows stronger
the pain is too much to handle
when my fears show up
with a need to go beyond the dark
i tell myself to grow up
the brighter side in me then
enlightens my way
i choose to start afresh
with the shining light of the day
he said
he said
don’t talk
she never uttered a word
he said
don’t expect
she never asked him a thing
he said
don’t follow
she never took another step
then
he said
don’t love
& she broke
into a million pieces
celebrate tears
Yes I cry , sometimes I do
it sure
doesn’t make me weak
yes I cry, from happiness too
sometimes
I need a break
these tears
give me the power
to flush my sorrows, hatred & pain
I forgive, forget, gather back myself
start to walk
my path again
my fear – through the path of life
the path of life
has made me worth
has made me wise
falls were many
scarce was delight
at times it got too much
was just about to give up
in that moment
I gave myself an advice
there’s no fun in failing
so I stood up to fight
my biggest fall ever
made me rise
rise enough
to reach new heights
for there’s one thing
I left behind forever
my fear
I am in Love
my heart a little drunk
soul flying high
with no reason I smile
guess I’m in love
pretty as you are
my words fail to admire
for if I do the way proper
you will learn
with you I’m in love
the more of you in me
the more I see you
the more I need you
the more I need you
the more I want you
the more I want you
the more I need to hold you
hold you in my arms
hold you in my breath
hold you in my eyes
hold you in my thoughts
hold you in my dreams
hold you in my desire
the more I hold you
the more I fall
in love with you
***
image source : google
two souls
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
when no one believed in me – I did
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
i WAS all about me
when my loneliness came to me
as i called for it
my loneliness came to me
i was speechless
stunned
hugged it
together we both cried
felt lonely again
o my loneliness – come to me!
o my loneliness
come to me
i shall caress
i shall hold
will never let you
be lonely
anymore
tears – my friends for life
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 am not Worth for I got no fame
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
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
indecisive
thoughts
juggling in my mind
going up
coming down
sure
i am screwed
do i laugh
do i cry
on my powerlessness
to decide
should i tell him
or continue to hide
thoughts
juggling in my mind!!
Dogs are Loyal – Cats are Royal
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
walking in the woods – poem
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
for once in my life
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
Ten Year Old writes – (Destined to be in the bin) by Radha
A paper made from wood
It was to be used sooner or later
Kept in a bundle in a shop
With it’s million friends all eager
Then someone came
And bought the bundle
It was so eager to be used
It couldn’t control its hunger
With its million friends it was kept in a drawer
It was somewhere in between the bundle
It would be long for its turn to come
It had to wait so much more
Days passed, then months did
The upper papers got their chances
What would have happened with them
It wondered and wondered until it was it’s own turn then
It was taken out by a child
Kept on a table
On it, the child was making something
It was getting tickled
When the tickling stopped,
It saw there were colors painted on it
Maybe the drawing was considered inappropriate,
Not so good
It had expected itself
To be a painting worth billions,
Well, it was crushed,
And thrown in the dustbin
***
Radha is 10 years old and she is recently started writing poems. 3 of her following poems have already been published on WordPress.
My Shadow My Companion – by Radha
Walking in the Woods – by Radha
Please encourage her!
The Magic of life by The Sea Shore
sea shore o sea shore
how you welcome the waves
to make love to you a thousand times
yet to leave you again
sea shore o sea shore
how you offer your calm to someone
to live their loneliness
at the sunset, as they walk on your wet sand
sea shore o sea shore
how you beautify the setting sun
let it glow its soft rays on you
and then to leave you to the dark
sea shore o sea shore
how you mingle with the moon
to consume your serenity
to play the music of the night
then to hand you over to the dawn
sea shore o sea shore
how you enjoy being so giving
and never asking for nothing
sea shore or sea shore
please give me learning to the magic of life
Thumbs Theory
thumbs on the hands
sad, left out to wonder
forming a group, the fingers unite
why have the thumbs been set aside
pretty rings, are all for fingers
beautiful and long
they sway to form many gestures
desirable to be touched by the lovers
they work to brush the soft pink lips
caress a loving face, hold it to kiss
in the meanwhile
the short and the cornered thumbs
sitting to rest, feeling too dumb
they are yet to realize their worth
do they know their part is to inspire
for thumbs up is the gesture we all aspire
going up of them bring a million smiles
fill life with laughter,
make spirits to touch the skies
well! well!
the thumbs are now happy, taking pride
they now have grasped
the PURPOSE of their existence
they now have understood
the thumbs theory
#ThumbsUp
Phases worth Living
pretty face, pink lips
eyes gleeful, manner carefree
soft long hair smelling sweet
daddy’s sweetheart, mama’s doll
a phase so beautiful, she never wanted it to pass
then came a life, thrilling and bubbly
surrounded by friends all day whole night
young at heart, on top of this world
too wondrous a phase, desirous to be held
progressed to another phase of wisdom
a lover, a wife, she became a mother
followed the lessons of pain, love and affection
she became giving, she was responsible
this surely was a phase worth experiencing
made her turn into a woman from a girl
now, she was old, a grandmother to little kids
telling many stories all day
answering hundred innocent questions
how she enjoyed every bit of it
they giggled and laughed for no reasons at all
made her memorize her young days from back long
from a tiny bud to a flower glorious
gradually to shed its petals to the earth
gorgeous were they all, all phases of her journey
she had to live them all to the full
for her to be complete, to be whole
The Blend of Life
life is merriment, to take us high
an inspiration, to make us climb
it is an achievement, must we celebrate
a few of our failures, must we dare
its about relationships, must we hold close
its about mother nature, so we consume
it is the love, we relish we nurture
it is about our children, our future
its that beauty, in the eyes of the beholder
it is the fear, must we smoulder
its about pain, must we bear
its about tears, bound to be shed
isn’t it pretty, a blend of smooth and rough
like a concert with vintage music
composed by the supreme
must we play, must we sing
We have no Song
together
we couldn’t write a song
failed to make memories
to last for long
his emotions
failed him, to reach to me
my words, failed me at the same time
henceforth
shall we part
for there’s no music for us
we have no song
to us
it just doesn’t belong
– the song
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 his angel – he closed his eyes
Tomorrow Never Comes
today i decide to bring a smile to you
today i decide to fill excitement in you
today i decide to inspire you a little
shall i tell a story, or ask you a riddle
today i decide to read what you write
let’s go to the rooftop, shall we fly a kite
come a little closer, let’s kiss each other
let’s sit together & chat for a little while
aren’t we missing each other
aren’t we loosing it fast – the time
shall we do it ALL today
shall we not wait for tomorrow
for i have seen, i have learnt
sometimes leaving us puzzled
leaving us with missed moments
tomorrow
never comes
Excitement keeps us ALIVE
excited about the morning
excited about your first kiss
excited for the new dress
for your birthday, excited about the gift
excited about new shoes and bag
excited about first day of the first job
excited about the football match
excited about the child coming to your life
excited about the seed you sowed
excited about a new flower in your garden
million of reasons to be excited in life
giving us a boost, make us feel light
excitement could be fed with something big or small
yet this excitement excites us like a child
makes us glow, bringing us a smile
how this excitement keeps us ALIVE
The Snail
the snail walking its pace
innocent of the world racing around
its manner presenting tranquility
a spirit so calm and quiet
teaching to soothe the souls anxious
urging the world to slow down a bit
the snail walking its pace
My Earthen Piggy Bank
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
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
image source : google
I give Goosebumps to Mr. Impossible
today, let me reveal a secret
a revelation to put Mr. Impossible to shame
every time he challenged me, stood as a barrier
I gave it back to him right in his face
my will, my wisdom and sincerity
have done well, to have formed a union
worked tirelessly to make me believe
I always had the power & potential
Mr. Impossible was daring, too tough to face
I accept, he gave me shivers, made my legs tremble
even made me cry many tears
yet, I came out to be stronger than him
I broke him into two pieces
I strike off IM from the IMpossible
he now gets goosebumps thinking of me
my journey is long, many triumphs yet to be seen
I know he wouldn’t fail to come my way
he is way beyond angry with me
determined to take a revenge
as soon as he gets a chance
Poor Mr. Impossible
he hasn’t realized yet
I have NEVER learnt to give up on life
I have learnt to NOT let him fear me anymore
whenever he may choose to be possible to me
I shall be the one to become Impossible to him
no kidding! Really!
I am so glad to write this post today. I wish to inspire all my fellow bloggers, all my friends and everyone who is a friend to be on the list. Get up and give it back to Mr. Impossible. Tell him, we are not afraid anymore. We have the courage and will, to break him into 2.
Embracing my Wrinkles
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
Back in Time
voices coming
from the far end
calling over my name
come with us
give us your hand
let’s just play a game
through the telescope
of my heart
I looked
for the strangers calling
realizing who they were
my tears started falling
with a bunch of kids
It was me
on my face
there was a gentle smile
calling myself to ME
a little back in time
wish I could go
back to myself
wish I could relive
those simple
yet precious
pleasures of life
The Tunnel of HOPE
thick dark on the inside of the tunnel
encouraging the darkness to grow even darker
providing shelter to the ghosts
raising rodents and bats
the wetness on the sides and head above
dripping dark water cold like ice
giving shivers to me to walk inside
I had no choice, but to cross its length
my life was waiting on the other end
my feet were cold, my body was numb
took enormous courage to take my steps
seemed to me it was a journey eternal
I wished I hadn’t started it at all
I cursed myself, cursed my fate
pushing myself took a lot of effort
and then to my wonderment
my ordeal started to fade & hope prevailed
hazy light my eyes were seeing on the far end
my heart raced with joy and excitement
suddenly, I felt so closer to my destination
the tunnel was uncompromising, yet it gave me hope
it was pessimistic, yet it gave me courage
how it propelled me to win over its sins
determined me to travel through it to win
I stood outside in the shining sun
my life was ahead, waiting for my embrace
my heart compelled to look back once
to see through the darkest dark of the tunnel
I waved my hand, bowed my head in gratitude
thanked the tunnel to show me HOPE
it taught me a lesson, never to stop
keep on going to cross a thousand tunnels
for many more were bound to come my way
as I would travel through the journey of my life
to jump or not to jump
staring down through the depth of the building
She sat on the top most floor
her situation unfathomable
incapable to consider any solutions
she felt all her power evaporating
her legs trembled, felt empty
shiver ran through her spine
as she struggled to decide
to jump, or not to jump
and she did
but on the other side
the story of Failure – the other way round
1st ever post on mySestina : Date April 6th 2016
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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. Leave a comment below!
Let’s speak up! Let’s face it boldly!
Thumbs Theory
In response to the daily prompt.. The Magic word PURPOSE
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thumbs on the hands
sad, left out to wonder
forming a group, the fingers unite
why have the thumbs been set aside
pretty rings, are all for fingers
beautiful and long
they sway to form many gestures
desirable to be touched by the lovers
they work to brush the soft pink lips
caress a loving face, hold it to kiss
in the meanwhile
the short and the cornered thumbs
sitting to rest, feeling too dumb
they are yet to realize their worth
do they know their part is to inspire
for thumbs up is the gesture we all aspire
going up of them bring a million smiles
fill life with laughter,
make spirits to touch the skies
well! well!
the thumbs are now happy, taking pride
they now have grasped
the PURPOSE of their existence
they now have understood
the thumbs theory
Curious of Nature
wind, now soothing against my face
and then harsh 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
Nikhil (in response to your prompt to write on ‘Nature’)
Robert C Day (in response to your prompt to write on ‘Curious’)
i am a Yum Mum
Yum!! I am a Yum Mum
my children taste my flavor
I am sweet and extra sweet sometimes
like chocolate pastries and candies
sugar drips off my words
as my children dive into the sweetness
out of my many tastes
sour is sometimes prominent
like a grape or a sour candy
my children squeeze tight their eyes
make faces to this taste
I accept I am bitter at times
true, I don’t relish it myself
my children agree to that too
I taste like berries, I taste like gum
sometimes I am a pizza, which is real fun
each taste, every flavor
my children relish, they live it with me
for they tell me every night before bed
how they are in love with me
tasty I am to them
Sure ! I am a Mum… A Yum Mum
walking in the Woods
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 glass in my hand
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
am i a mother any less?
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?
i inspire me
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
have i got lazy
or they stopped reading
guess its best
not to look for the answer!
that darkest moment
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!!
winters approaching & when they do!!
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
no one sees my blog!
Its tough to get attention! I can imagine all the bloggers (except for the ones who have many followers already) publishing their posts and waiting for the response.
Well, I guess even the response comes later, what comes first is the number of views. It could be heartbreaking for the beginners to not get any less number of views on their posts. What I have learnt from my little experience from the blogging world is that one needs to be patient for a while and persistent forever.
Remember, its an ocean of people sitting and blogging their stuff on the social networking sites and I am sure, they will start to fall into your net.
Happy blogging! Keep blogging! Live blogging!
Back in Time – A Poem
voices coming
from the far end
calling over my name
come with us
give us your hand
let’s just play a game
through the telescope
of my heart
I looked
for the strangers calling
realizing who they were
my tears started falling
with a bunch of kids
It was me
on my face
there was a gentle smile
calling myself to ME
a little back in time
wish I could go
back to myself
wish I could relive
those simple
yet precious
pleasures of life
mySestina 
