gone forever

gone forever

i am certain

they shall miss me

when i am gone forever

what pains me is

they never valued me alive

image source

Magic Stick of Humanity

Magic Stick of Humanity

I wish I had a Magic stick

I would spin it and say a few Magic words

The world would change into a place peaceful

With no more killings, no more torture

I would spin it again to bring a little love

To make people hold, hug each other

They would forget all the hatred and rage

In their hearts to remain, nothing but affection

I would make the stick to spin one more time

No one will be poor, no one to stay hungry

Every one be blessed with a roof on their heads

No one to sleep on the streets no more

I promise I would keep making my wishes

Even if I have to spin it a million times

Till the time, I see no one in tears

Wouldn’t stop even for a bit

Even if the task would take me years

I wish I had

the Magic stick of humanity

image source

little language problemo

little language problemo

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

image source

A City birthing a City

A City birthing a City

glorious city with colorful lights

glittering with gold, with best lifestyle

fancy people belong here

they all wear hats and long coats

their shoes polished shining

their language articulate

men always walk with pride

their ladies always glowing and bright

each one of them own a house big and plush

inside they sit and relax

while they sip their english tea in expensive cups

someone not so polished sweats

this someone not so polished, is the servant who does’t sleep

the one who cooks for a family of 20, for him there’s nothing to eat

he doesn’t wear shoes of any kind, nor does he speak good language

always he walks behind the master carrying his master’s luggage

his children have never seen a school, neither have they seen a playground

for they are forced to follow the footsteps of their father

they never step out of the servant’s quarter

generations to come shall follow the tradition

children of masters to remain masters

to rule the children of the servants

slowly, the glittery glorious city, birthing a city

that’s dull, full of pain

image source

the story of Failure – the other way round

the story of Failure – the other way round

1st ever post on mySestina : Date April 6th 2016 

———————–

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!

image source