“Mystery Blogger Award” is an award for amazing bloggers with ingenious posts. Their blog not only captivates; it inspires and motivates. They are one of the best out there and they deserve every recognition they get. This award is also for bloggers who find fun and inspiration in blogging and they do it with so much love and passion. – Okoto Enigma
The award was created by Okoto Enigma. Here is the link: http://okotenigma.wordpress.com
I thank Christopher Bland for nominating me. Here is the link to his blog
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Tell your readers three things about yourself. √
Answer five questions from the nominee. √
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Three things about myself :
1. I am an avid reader of any thing written or printed in the languages I can read or write. Books are my friends.
2. I could pawn gold to buy books
3. I like men with dark eyes.
Answers to the questions asked by Christopher Bland.
1.What’s two favorite things you like to do?
Writing poetry and Doing psychotherapy with survivors of trauma
2.If you were in a confrontation with someone would you try to talk it out or just fight?
I hate confrontations and usually avoid them as long as I can. And I prefer to make the other person see my perspective without confrontation/ talk / fight. I prefer to win over my opponent than talk or fight nor yield. When I fail to win over I quietly walk away accepting it as my defeat in negotiating. Because I think confrontations do not resolve the conflict .Confrontative approach to any situation is the last resort of someone capable or intelligent.
3.If you could have two things in the whole world what would they be?
Perhaps I can not share it here , it makes me vulnerable in a public space. There are no material desires .
4.If there was a zombie apocalypse and you could start off with three things what would they be?
I would first warn the public without switching panic button. And get experts to tackle the zombies. Forewarned is forearmed.
5.What color do you love most ?
Link to my best blog
My five questions are
- If world would be destroyed in next 24 hours, how would you want to spend those hours ?
- If you loved some one , will you hate those whom your loved one hates ?
- Have you ever done something very foolish and later laughed at yourself ? Can you share it here ?
- What is the one skill you wish to learn or regret not learning ?
- Have you ever felt deeply connected to a living person , child, animal , or tree without language ? How strong is that bond without words ?
He asked her to tattoo his name on her arm …
Snails are slow but reach their destination……
If flowers could fly getting rid of stalks
And trees could speak of all that they have seen
Clouds could stop and not drift
Nor take a million shapes, yet remain clouds
Ready to come together to make rain
If bees did not sting out nectar and not hurt
If a man could love mind, body and soul………..
It would be complete on earth
She would smile a million flowers
to match the stars of the sky……
They do not identify me do they ?
I was the missing child that they forgot
to advertise as missing
They do not remember me do they ?
My face reminded of madonna
who simply disappeared underground
No more found in rock shows
not even in the audience
They were the muffled voices of a crowd
around an accident victim
surprised that she lived
They had the obituary typed.
I was probably the statue expecting
pigeons to return after they ate their feed
As if they would lend me their wings
And make peace with the angry years
As the moon looms large closer to earth
than ever before
Finally you hear me
The one who has the right to listen
“Fire in the fireplace does not burn only warms – Sabira”
You could not sing to get out of a prison
Did I sing to get out of a prison ?
I want you to be in me
just for one moment
show me it never was a prison
It was fear of death, people developed fever , breathlessness and died in 24 hours. Young mothers , small children died by the hour , there was no vaccine yet , hospital suddenly resounded with cries of grief….. As I went round the wards , it became mandatory to wear a mask . Another doctor found it to be funny , he said men wore the cups of a bra as masks . I was suddenly disgusted with mortal fears or him saying it to a woman doctor as a joke…
“Important encounters are planned by the souls before seeing of the bodies -Paulo Coelho”
If I talk to you in algebra
Just become the alphabets on Right hand side of
Understand it is equality.
If I talk to you in salads
Do not cook me, just slice the onions
There is no body image disturbance
If I talk to you on the tread mill
Wait for me to become breathless
Then ignore it, switch on the table fan
I do not stink even when I sweat
Find out if you care….
Make sure my umpteen papers
Have the perfect paper weight
If I talk to you in water language
Burn with red eyes, when I want a reaction
I usually get it, I want it from you
Not from the entire male universe
When I recite poetry with every touch
Do not smother me, be a moving wet tongue
Poetry is counsel to my self
In loneliest moments
And when I say please don’t touch
Erect a fence, be that hard diamond glimmer and stay far
I am lost like a child refusing to grow up
For hours or days, I am truly delightful
Understand and do not mess with me then
If ever I find a dream behind the bruised pillow
Like this one, do not murder it
Let it be.
I revive my reasons to live
( Dedicated to flame thrower)
The harsh traffic on the roads
Continue to batter me returning
to a room of one’s own
Debris of wealth , rubbles of dominance
mark the broken roads…..
JCBs spread their trunks with huge ugly
fingers to dig the earth
Resettling of mud , as it sprinkles dust over my car
Roads of pebbles, rocks , nothing smooth……
I saw a small slipper lost by its pair
lying there , unclaimed ……
Drying jasmine flowers slipped from some plait
on which passed a lorry
I look in the rear view mirror
I think I saw you all
The men with whom I can never reconcile
My room is warm this winter
By the Sun from another sky
There is a pronounced
absence in my bed
With an accent I have heard in another life
To whom I am growing faithful
Losing my indifference…
A stubborn smile appears on my lips
As my bathroom singing returns