Monthly Archives: March 2015

Why art thou, bully?

FIVE PHOTOS FIVE STORIES: Day 3

I am honoured to be invited to join the FIVE PHOTOS FIVE STORIES challenge and I thank Umber from The Summer Rain for the kind gesture.

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I am just a silly little girl
A little more troubled than it seems
I just want to play & laugh
Be happy in my world of dreams

O brother, you sneer at me,
You put the fear in me
You point & laugh at me
You jeer at me and you pinch me

You mock me & block me,
You do it everyday
You tease me and don’t love me
It saddens me in every way

O wretched cousins! Why do you do this to me?
I don’t know why you are jealous of me..
While born with a fair skin was no fault of me,
You are all perfect, can’t you see?

Why do you hate me so much?
You snatch my dresses and my dolls,
You are no sisters of mine, you tell lies about me, 
And laugh on your bullyish triumphs down the halls

You make me sad, you make me weak
And no, Mommy, it’s not harmless fun,
You make me doubt me, lose faith in me
O Mommy, it’s harmful and definitely no fun!

O dear friends, are you really?
Why are you so jealous of me?
I maybe fair but you are ones I like
With mesmerising smiles, eyes of beauty

You guys call me fat, and I am not so
But I didn’t know that coz I believed you all the way
I put on a fake smile and pretend I’m okay
But your words hurt all the way

The words, those hurtful words
And all the wretched bullying
Is the reason I lost faith in me, I doubt me..
The bullies snatched my silver lining….


The Five Photos, Five Stories Challenge rules require you to post a photo each day for five consecutive days and attach a story to the photo.  It can be fiction or non-fiction, a poem or simply a short paragraph – it’s entirely up to you. 

Then each day, nominate another blogger to carry on this challenge.

Accepting the challenge is entirely up to the person nominated, Today I invite Trinetra  to join the challenge. 

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                                                                                             ~sheetal@dreamingwordz.wordpress.com

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Will you love me, O Mommy? O Daddy?

FIVE PHOTOS FIVE STORIES: Day 2

I am honoured to be invited to join the FIVE PHOTOS FIVE STORIES challenge and I thank Umber from The Summer Rain for this.

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Oh Momma! You made my dolly a beautiful new dress!!
It’s pink and satin and just full of lace…
Oh Momma! Why can’t we be just like this?
Happy, cheerful & laughing through the bliss?

Oh Daddy, when you hold me,
I feel like the princess I cannot be
When I hold you tight and close my eyes,
There’s no place I would rather be

We have such fun, just us two,
Ain’t so Momma? And Daddy, too?
But why can’t you two play nicely,
Like each of you play with me?

Please, oh Daddy, please
Don’t yell at Mommy, I say please
Smile at Daddy, hug him back
Please Mommy, please don’t fight back!

I come to you and between you, I sit
So that you may stop the fight..
You see, I am scared, Daddy and Mommy
Can’t you stop and just look at me?

I thought…I went into a long sleep
And went to that place where God keeps,
His favourite people like Granny….
……When you hit Mommy, Oh Daddy!

I am here alone, and sad…and also hungry
Away from the fighting, on my swing on the tree
The swing you built with love for me Daddy…
But I don’t think you both love me now, you see?

Mommy won’t be mad if Daddy didn’t forget my recital
Daddy won’t be mad if Mommy let me fall from my bicycle
I don’t want to sing, nor on a cycle I want to be
I just want the long sleep and be with dear Granny…

But if I get back to you,
And the flowers & birds & dolls & swings,
I’ll bring back lots of love from Granny
And I’ll also get sweet watery licks from Roxy

But will you promise to build me a tree-house,
O Daddy? For my Dolly, make a skirt & a blouse,
O Mommy? Not fight, won’t you two?
And love me just a little sweet and true?


The Five Photos, Five Stories Challenge rules require you to post a photo each day for five consecutive days and attach a story to the photo.  It can be fiction or non-fiction, a poem or simply a short paragraph – it’s entirely up to you. 

Then each day, nominate another blogger to carry on this challenge.

Accepting the challenge is entirely up to the person nominated, Today I invite Kavzz at The Elusive Minds to join the challenge. 

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Higher Daddy, higher & higher….

FIVE PHOTOS FIVE STORIES: Day 1

I am honoured to be invited to join the FIVE PHOTOS FIVE STORIES challenge and I thank Umber from The Summer Rain for this.

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Help me fly with the clouds, daddy,
Guide me, daddy….be my wings..
Hold me, daddy…..I wanna be the eagle
Scanning blue azures….& be my eyes..
Don’t let me fall, daddy,
While I race the kites…& be my strings
Don’t let me stray, daddy, keep me on
The right path….be the wind under my wings
Don’t ever leave me, daddy, coz I’ll fall
Flesh wounds heal, but the heart still stings..
I wanna fly with you, daddy,
so high, daddy…till my heart, for you, sings…

he Five Photos, Five Stories Challenge rules require you to post a photo each day for five consecutive days and attach a story to the photo.  It can be fiction or non-fiction, a poem or simply a short paragraph – it’s entirely up to you. 

Then each day, nominate another blogger to carry on this challenge.

Accepting the challenge is entirely up to the person nominated, Today I invite Adinah at The many writings of Adinah to join the challenge. 

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दगड विश्रामाच्या मैलाचा!! ( Retirement poems Cntd.)

हजार वळणांच्या वाटेवरती,
एक वळण येते विश्रामाचे,
थांबून थोडे घाम टिपायचे,
मागल्या श्रमांचे मोल वेचायचे….

दूर लोटल्या त्या कामाच्या ‘फायली’,
अन तो रह्दारीतला प्रवास,
‘१० च ऑफिस’, ‘१० च ऑफिस’ —
कुठल्या कुठे गेला तोही ध्यास….

आता फक्त उरले ते–
गोड-कटू आठवणींचे सोनेरी क्षण,
प्रत्येक आठवणीत लपली आहे,
आयुष्यातील अनमोल शिकवण.

काकांची साथ, मुला-सुनांचा हात,
अन ओसंडणारे प्रेम नातीच्या खळीतले,
ह्यातच तर झाले खरे,
चीज तुमच्या साऱ्या कष्टांचे.

पुढचा मार्ग हि सोपा-सुलभ,
नवीन आकाश गाठायचा,
नवे छंद जोपासायचा,
अन नव्या आठवणी बनवायचा….

तर, आणखी हझार वळणे आहेत,
पुढे पार करायची,
समाधानाने, आनंदाने घ्यायची आहे,
भरारी फिनिक्स पक्षाची!!

 

~शीतल @ dreamingwordz.wordpress.com

All you need is love

Love is…

A gentle, caring touch,

A soul-soothing glance,

Unparalleled strength, dispelling doubts,

It is eternal endurance…

‘Hand to hold on

Replenishing faith, trust, compassion

fireworks, comets, astral displays,

It’s a quiet sensation…

It lives and breathes,

Where hopes, dreams reside


Hi All! It’s really never just enough to talk about love. And here in my own dreaming space, I get a new opportunity everyday to talk about love either via the daily prompts or nominations by my amazing friends. In my thoughts on love, I do admit that I am taking a leaf out of E. J. Wallace’s work, only because her ideas on love resonated with me to a large extent.

I was nominated by Prajakta for this Spread the Love/ Love in Ten Sentences Challenge – a beautiful and delightful way to express your thoughts on love. The rules are:

1. Write about LOVE in ten sentences of four words each

2. Share your favourite love quote

3. Nominate fellow bloggers.

About the favorite love quote, well there are so many, and it’s actually quite difficult to choose one. So I think I am going to use the liberty to share more than one love quote 😉

1. Love: a single word, a wispy thing, a word no bigger or longer than an edge. That’s what it is, an edge, a razor. It draws up through the center of your life, cutting everything in two. Before and after. The rest of the world falls away on either side. ~ Lauren Oliver

2. “Dumbledore watched her fly away, and as her silvery glow faded he turned back to Snape, and his eyes were full of tears.
“After all this time?”
“Always,” said Snape.” ~ J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows

3. “One is loved because one is loved. No reason is needed for loving.” ~ Paulo Coelho, The Alchemist

4. “I’m in love with you,” he said quietly.

“Augustus,” I said.

“I am,” he said. He was staring at me, and I could see the corners of his eyes crinkling. “I’m in love with you, and I’m not in the business of denying myself the simple pleasure of saying true things. I’m in love with you, and I know that love is just a shout into the void, and that oblivion is inevitable, and that we’re all doomed and that there will come a day when all our labor has been returned to dust, and I know the sun will swallow the only earth we’ll ever have, and I am in love with you.”  ~John Green, The Fault in Our Stars

5. “Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind,
And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.” ~ William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night’s Dream

Lastly, I would like to nominate the following amigos to share their thoughts on love. Please tag your blog posts back over here. I would love to read them all 🙂 Also, in case you have already done this, you can still tag back.

Kaushambi

Elusive Minds

The Summer Rain

Adinahthepoet

Roller Coaster & Aeroplanes

Awkward Girl

Gracias! Hasta la vista 🙂

कार्यरत राहा! #Retirement Poem for Father-in-law

पप्पा सांगा कुणाचे?
पप्पा माझ्या मम्मिञ्चे…
लग्नाच्या गाडीचे दोन चाक जसे,
आयुष्यभर एकमेकांना सांभाळले तसे..
पप्पा, ह्या लग्नाच्या ऑफिस-आतून तुम्हाला सुटका नाही..! 🙂

पप्पा सांगा कुणाचे?
पप्पा माझ्या अनुचे…
चुकांवर्ती पडतात फटके जसे,
त्याहून अधिक लेकीवरचे प्रेम ओसंडे..
लाडक्या मुलीच्या प्रेमासाठी,
पितृत्वाच्या ऑफिस-आतून पप्पा तुम्हाला सुटका नाही..

पप्पा सांगा कुणाचे?
पप्पा माझ्या ‘अहोन’चे ..
कुंभार देतो मातीच्या गोळ्याला आकार जसा,
आयुष्याला ह्यांच्या वळण सुंदर दिला तसा..
अजूनही काही वळणे आहेत राहिलेली..
तर ह्या कुम्भारकामातून पप्पा तुम्हाला सुटका नाही…

पप्पा सांगा कुणाचे?
आता पप्पा फक्त माझे..
विना शंका स्वीकारले मला,
अन हरवलेली पित्र-छाया हि दिली मला..
पप्पा तुमच्या ह्या ऋणातून मला सुटका नाही,
अन आमच्या प्रेमाच्या ऑफिस-आतून तुम्हाला सुटका नाही…

तर, कार्यरत राहा! 🙂

 ~शीतल @ dreamingwordz.wordpress.com

Penning me in the pages

Hmmmm….my biography? Interesting…….Now who would I deem capable and worthy enough to actually have the grand privilege of writing about my life, hobbies, events, actions or really just about me? I cannot just go on selecting people based on their works even if they are bestsellers or are classics or even just because they are called the Bard! Come onnnn, stop boooing me! Nobody even understands their words in today’s age, yet loving their work despite that is an altogether different topic.

Anyhow, I  decided to call a selected list of authors for an audition of sorts to present their skills on what they can really do with the most important and prestigious topics of the century – my biography 🙂 And following are the entries that I received from various renowned authors. And don’t worry about how I got these entries specially from those who really are not capable to submit entries since there seems to be a few physiological constraints to write from the beyond. But I wouldn’t have second thoughts since the Daily post clearly says – “Ghost”writer. <smirks cheekily>

Entry No. 1
Author: Shakespeare, The Bard

“The Dreamer of Words”

Characters:
Sheetal, The Dreamer
Mr. A, Spouse to the former
Oceanus, brother of The Dreamer
Aai, Mother of The Dreamer
Baabya, Friend of Mr. A
Dolly, Spouse of former
Chhoti, Friend of The Dreamer
Saturnus, Spouse of former

Act I-Scene I

Enter Baabya. Enter Dolly. Enter Mr. A

Mr. A – And now, Dolly, what’s the news with you?
You told us of some suit. What is ’t, Dolly?
You cannot speak of reason to the Dreamer
And lose your voice. What wouldst thou beg, Dolly,
That shall not be my offer, not thy asking?
The head is not more native to the heart,
The hand more instrumental to the mouth,
Than is the dreamer’s quest for books to thy beloved – Baabya.
What wouldst thou have, Dolly?

DOLLY – My dear A,
Your leave and favor to return to Reality,
From whence though willingly I came to Dreamland
To show my duty in the Dreamer’s quest for books,
Yet now, I must confess, that duty done,
My thoughts and wishes bend again toward Reality
And bow them to your gracious leave and pardon.

Mr. A
Have you your husband’s leave? What says Baabya?

BAABYA
She hath, my lord, wrung from me my slow leave
By laborsome petition, and at last
Upon her will I sealed my hard consent.
I do beseech you, give her leave to go.

Mr. A
Take thy fair hour, Dolly. Time be thine,
And thy best graces spend it at thy will.—
But now, my beloved Sheetal—

THE DREAMER
(aside) A little more than kin and less than kind.

Mr. A
How is it that the clouds still hang on you?

THE DREAMER
Not so, my dear. I am too much i’ the sun.

Enter Aai.
AAI
Good Sheetal, cast thy nighted color off,
And let thine eye look like a friend on all.
Do not forever with thy vailèd lids
Seek for thy book thou completed reading, on thy shelf.
Thou know’st ’tis common. All thee books must conclude,
Passing through nature to eternity.

THE DREAMER
Ay, madam, it is common.

End Scene I

Entry 2.
Author: Jane Austen

“Dreams and Dream-abilities”

Chapter 1

It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single day-dreamer in possession of a good thirst for exceptionally good books, must be in want of a library.
The news that a noble book company named Bingley Books has rented the manor known as Dreamerfield Park causes a great stir in the neighboring village of LongDreambourn, especially in the Mr. A household.

Entry 3.
Author: John Green

“Looking for The dreamer”

Chapter 1

“I fear the vanishing of all the books in the world. I fear it like the proverbial blind man who’s afraid of the dark”
“Too soon,” Chhoti said, cracking a smile.
“Was that insensitive?” The Dreamer asked.”I can be pretty blind to other people’s feelings.”
Chhoti was laughing but Saturnus seemed lost. “Would, uh, would anyone like to speak to that?”
I looked over to the Dreamer who looked back at me.
“There will come a time,” I said, “when all of the books will perish. All of them. There will come a time when there are no books remaining to remember that any book ever existed or that any tree ever did produce paper. There will be no one left to remember Aristotle or Cleopatra, let alone a book of yours. Everything that we thought, wrote and read will be forgotten and all of this” -I gestured to a shelf of books encompassingly – “will be for naught. Maybe that time is coming soon and maybe it is a million years away, but even if the books survive the collapse of the trees, they will not survive forever. There was a time when people experienced the smell of new books and there will be time after. And if the inevitability of the vanishing of books worries you, I encourage you to ignore it. God knows that’s what everyone else does.”

Entry 4.
Author: J K Rowlings

“The dreamer and the chamber of books”

Chapter 1: The reader who dreamed

The Dreamer turned the page of the book that she was reading with a flick of her wand. Near her bespectacled eyes, a wand was poised mid-air on a pad of paper. She clicked her fingers and the wand obediently started writing on the pad – “Daily Prompt – Ghost Writer”

Whew! That was a lot of work! Well, work of reading the entries, I mean. Now if you are still with me, who do you think should write my biography? I mean, it’s not really easy to pick one author. Each one has their own flavour and technique and I don’t know who will suit the best for writing me.

Eg. if I really decide upon going with the bard, my biography would live on for ages. I would be one of the works of the Bard. And that in itself would be a true honour. But if I decide to go with Ms. Austen, I would be with the gang of classics! Movies could be inspired on my character, and there would be millions of fan pages and follow-up stories.
John Green would be another worthy candidate. Although, the readers would need to know a lot of big words and their meanings to understand what he really writes about me. And as for J K Rowlings, I really can’t wait to read what she has in store for my character. Would I have an invisibility cloak that I can hide under and read/write without any intrusion from anyone? Or would I really live in a library shaped like a house that will have books on all its floors…and stairs, too. Ohh! and I can just call any floor and it will just open right up in front of me? Maybe I can have a reader or rather just a voice who will read out the books to me when I am eating a chocolate cake in the dining room full of books…….or Maybe a cheesecake…

I guess I am still looking for the perfect author to pen my biography, since I do have a lot more entries coming in. I will still need some time to decide on the most worthy candidate. Until I do that, thank you all for stopping by, you guys have a perfect week and I will look forward to catching you here on my blog, soon. Ciao! 🙂