Glimpses of the afterlife.. #story Published at Gobblers/ Masticadores.

I joyfully announce that my story is published at Gobblers/Masticadores//Editores: Manuela Timofte/J re Crivello.

I thank Mr.J re Crivello, Director and founder of Gobblers/Masticadores and his team.

Here is my story:

Glimpses Of The Afterlife…#story

A middle-aged builder was living with his wife and children. One morning, he had a strange dream. In that dream God had come to take him away.

He was not ready to go with God, so he pleaded to God, “Oh God, my wife and children will starve to death behind me. They totally depend on me, so first I will make them independent.

God asked the builder, “is one year enough for you?” …..

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©️ Jane Aguiar

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Mog / Love/ प्रेम/ प्यार #poetry

Mog…..

Ful’lem ful’lem
Mhojem jivit ful’lem.
Kalljant mhojeam, tuzoch mog ful’lom.
Kallij dhoddhoddtam
ani mogacho uzo petttam!

Petlom petlom
mogacho divo petlom.
Kalljant mhojeam tuzoch uzo petlom.
Kalljak mhojeam vhodd sontos bhoglom
ani mogachi urba zaglim!

Zaglem zaglem
Mhojem monn zaglem.
Kalljant mhojeam tuzoch mog zaglom.
anjeam mhojeam khuxalkai zaglim
ani jivitachi aas bhaglim!

Love…..

Bloom bloom,
bloom my life
In my heart, your love blossoms.
Heart pounding,
the fire of love burns.

Ignited ignited
The lamp of love is ignited.
The fire in my heart is yours.
The mind rejoiced greatly
and the hope of love was awakened.

Woke up woke up
My mind woke up.
Your love awakened in my heart.
My angel, joy woke up
and the hope of life was fulfilled.

प्रेम …..

फुलले फुलले,
माझे जीवन फुलले.
माझ्या हृदयात, तुझे प्रेम फुलले.
हृदय धडधडते
आणि प्रेमाची आग जळते!

प्रज्वलित प्रज्वलित
प्रेमाचा दिवा प्रज्वलित होतो.
माझ्या हृदयातील आग तुझी आहे.
मनाला खूप आनंद झाला
आणि प्रेमाची आशा जागृत झाली!

जाग आली जाग आली
माझ्या मनाला जाग आली.
तुझे प्रेम माझ्या हृदयात जागृत झाले.
माझ्या परी, आनंद जागा झाला
आणि आयुष्याची आशा पूर्ण झाली!

प्यार…..

खिल उठा खिल उठा
मेरा जीवन खिल उठा।
तुम्हारा प्यार मेरे दिल में खिल गया।
दिल धड़कता है
और प्यार की आग जलती है!

प्रज्वलित प्रज्वलित
प्यार का दीया जलता है।
मेरे दिल में आग तुम्हारी है।
मन बहुत खुश हुआ
और प्यार की आशा जगी!

जाग गया जाग गया
मेरा मन जाग गया।
आपका प्यार मेरे दिल में जाग गया।
मेरी परी, खुशी जाग गई
और जीवन की आशा पूरी हो गई!

©️ Jane Aguiar

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⭐⭐ First language is Roman Konkani (Goan Catholic’s Mother Tongue), second is English , third is Marathi and fourth is Hindi. I miss you all so I’m going to see you once a week🤷

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If you want to meet me.. #poetry.. Published at Gobblers/ Masticadores

I’m happy to announce that another poem of mine is published at Gobblers/Masticadores//Editores: Manuela Timofte/J re Crivello.

I thank Mr.J re Crivello, Director and founder of Gobblers/Masticadores and his team.

Here is my poetry.

If you want to meet me…..

If you want to meet me,
then come under the neem tree
on a moonlit night,
the moon will be the witness
of our love
and the stars
will be the guests.

If you want to meet me……

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And They Lived Happily Ever After #Poetry

He and she decided
to get out of their stressful life
and move into their own ancestral home.
She had a few doubts in her mind
so her mind was shaking.

She was going to re-enter
the house she had entered
for the first time after marriage.
She had many good and bad thoughts.

At last the day dawned,
they reached their ancestral home.
When she saw the steps of the house,
She realised that the house needs people

She was frightened
to see those steps
because she had completely forgotten
that they were not slanting
and began to think,”How can I climb so many steps in the last phase of my life?”

He already knew
what was going on in her mind
and what she can think
so he brought a vase of red tulip flowers
from the dicky car
and kept it on the first step.

She was thinking, Why? What is the purpose of this vase?
He recognized her gestures
and thoughts without saying a word.

He had brought
as many red tulips as there were steps.
He took all those red tulips
and her hand and promised her.

“In every step of my life,
in happiness and in sorrow,
in pain and in goodness,
I promise to love, support
and treat you with respect.”

And they lived happily ever after.

©️ Jane Aguiar

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Written in response to: What Do You See by Sadje

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A Pit Of Despair….#Poetry

I loved you
with all my heart
and soul
but maybe
I don’t know how to connect
and express my love.

It was
a real feeling of love,
not a betrayal
but a lie
and not intentional.

Believe me or not,
you are everywhere
in my conscious
and subconscious mind
and meditation.

I know
I have brought bitterness
into our lives
and once the relationship
is cracked
and repaired
the stain remains forever.

Now
the hurricane
is raging in my mind
because I believed that
you love me too
and our souls
are connected
to each other
but alas
I think I was wrong.

Disappointment
gripped me
so much that
this stage of life feels like
a boat sinking
into a pit of despair.

©️ Jane Aguiar

⭐When something like this happens, strange emotions take over the head and unwanted things happen.This phase comes at some point in everyone’s life. Cultivate your hobbies without giving up. Going out with friends and time is the best medicine for heartache.

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Written in response to:

the-saturday-symphony-26-in-between-the-lines by Jude Itakali

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It Is Out Of Control Now… #Poetry ….Published at Gobblers/ Masticadores.

I’m pleased to announce that poetry of mine is published at Gobblers/Masticadores//Editores: Manuela Timofte/J re Crivello.

I thank Mr.J re Crivello, Director and founder of Gobblers/Masticadores and his team.

Here is my poetry.

It Is Out Of Control Now…..#Poetry

This first winter
makes me aware
of the distance
between you and me.
I do not love life
without you
but the thirst of the soul
is like a fish longing for water….

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©️ Jane Aguiar

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For The Survival…#poetry

I didn’t understand
how to use a protractor
in the ‘Angles and Triangles’ lesson,
so I asked my sir to explain again.

Sir told me to wait a while
after school because he didn’t want
to waste his period.

I sat in the classroom.
Sir came
and started touching my fingers
instead of teaching me
geometric figures.

He deliberately dropped
the chalk
and told me to take it off
and he started looking
at my body curves.

I was growing physically
and mentally,
what was my mistake?
Sir was well educated and mature,
didn’t he understand his mistake?

Why do we girls
have to face such social problems
when we grow up?
As we girls get older,
why do their eyes scan us?

Even if they have girls
of our age,
why do they sow thorns
in the path of other girls
by making their daughter’s life bearable.

I want to tell everyone,
let all the girls live
their lives their way.
Let’s get together
for the Survival of our daughters
and other girls.

©️ Jane Aguiar

⭐It is not my intention to hurt any teacher. I am a math and science teacher. I just tried to make a social point

Written in response to:

Eugi’s Weekly Prompt

What Do You See by Sadje

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