Month: September 2017

Strangest Dream

Strangest Dream

Strangest dream would be…

My alter beast ego;

Begging me to be polite

Soul’s Crucification : Beware

Soul’s Crucification : Beware

The act of crucifying or execution of {it}- the Soul. 

Can you even count the number of times you have crufied your own soul for over little things.

Was ill-treating your soul on THAT night, a good idea? Rather than taking a necessary catnap.

The painful suffering you let it go through because you couldn’t silence your mind.

Harassing it over and over again because the other person made you feel so low about yourself just because you expected them to stand by you in the hour of need since for them you were their backbone.

The excruciating pain it went through seeing you in denial when you hoped that you are as important to them as you thought yourselves to be.

Those endless torment sessions where your chest was about to burst out, those nauseous smiles you had to give to pretend you were OKAY, do you know how brutally it crucified your soul everytime…

Inadvertently criticizing it to the limit where you completely changed yourself. Some for good, some for bad but it DID change you.

Those elements were basically scourge on your soul.

These times do come and will always come but Beware, not to give in, not to put yourself in self-doubt, not your soul to be martyred at someone else’s mercy.

YOU have to come out of it, beautiful & strong than ever.

Rendezvous… Once upon a time

Rendezvous… Once upon a time

Time stood still when they exchanged looks.

Like blushing flowers

Sultry gaze penetrated. 

Falling Rain

Falling Rain

Falling rain hitting hard on ground.

Annoying it’s commuter.

Earth kissed.

Quest for Self

Quest for Self

Into the darkness,

In search of your cloudy Aura

Following that foggy dusk

I entered my wilderness…

Story of a little ‘Prisoner’

Story of a little ‘Prisoner’

A Heart Wrenching CRY:

Happy squeals fill the room
Darkness of Silence finally consumed

Tiny steps satiate the hearts
Years after gloominess from patio departs

Infancy thrived & grew a bit taller
In no time child became a cute kindergarten brawler 

The DAY had come
When his fun had to finally succumb

Outside world was new to him
Fear of going to school filled his eyes to brim

Bribing through his doe-eyes; he clutched Mommy hard
Wishing her to melt to let him stay under her protective guard

Reluctantly reaching the destination…
Recalls Mommy’s words – Smile & NEVER show your hesitation. 

Smiling brightly he treated everyone equally
A touch here a touch there, the day couldn’t start more evilly

Something in him bothered
but with enchanting smile he maintained composure

Upon arriving home he wanted to let out a cry
warm wide-opened arms made him forget those BAD GUYS.

Next morning brought back the trembling fear
But what to say- there were rules meant to be adhered….

School bus drivers, staff, faculty
everybody seemed to be at guilty

Laughingly, making him to sit on their laps
he could feel that filthy contact

Things reiterated,
increased day-by-day
it appeared he became their personal hostage.

Every morning dreading to find an excuse
innocent soul faced all alone those awful blues

seemingly directionless himself, everybody else went down south
his sole fault that he couldn’t open his mouth

the only place considered as source of light…[school]
had become a rotten jail room of fright

Eventually this took a heinous turn in their lives
little kid didn’t return to home,
piercing his family’s heart with thousands of knives

Kid’s futile protest enraged them enough to give him a black-eye
& then to leave him there…to die

Officials said he had a sliced neck
and his family had to send him away with the last peck

those parents still hear agonized cries –
“Maaa!…. DAD!”
as if his mutilated parts crying relentlessly for help

Silence in their lives came back with dark shadows
when there was no one to play in the meadow

Despicable animals masquerading as humans,
their abhorrent behavior snatched away the little innocence.


{There is nothing worse than snatching a kid’s innocent childhood let alone his/her life. Yes this is a story of a 7-year-old [Front-page news] succumbing to cold blooded murder in the school premises, by the staff itself. Prime suspect, a bus conductor and two members of the school staff exhibited their inhuman disgusting behavior by slitting the boy’s throat in an attempt to assault him sexually.

Another incident took place where 14-year-old girl was raped by 5 men and the horrifying part was that her body was mutilated & parts were thrown away in an open field.

Is this that coercive environment we brazenly call our home; where humanity is hanging by the threads, where everyday’s brutal attacks are much more venomous than any animal could ever do, where you can never recognize a monster by naked eye, where there is no feeling of righteousness in people’s heart.

There are kids who remain prisoner of their childhood their entire life, their fruitless attempts to start a new life make them go down the hill all over again. And it’s not only about the kids, anyone who is a victim of such horrendous crimes goes through hell lot of pain, discomfort, mental plague & needs a significant amount of patience and energy to leave their past behind.

Will this place ever be free of these monsters? }



Yelling from inside, Husband cringed “Why didn’t you keep tissue in loo??”” 


Bursting into laughter, Granny always knew how to have her fun.

a roadmap of revenge | jdubqca

a roadmap of revenge | jdubqca

A soul-stirring, must read piece by John Matthew Waters

we studied together
and recited psalms
years ago
when nobody knew your name

you kept mostly to yourself
reading scripture at night
and eschewing violence
while everyone else
danced beneath artificial lights

when the world fell apart
you slipped through the cracks
resurfacing deep inside a madness
that was nothing short of prophetic

years later I was called before
a makeshift court
forced to testify
how you had solely masterminded
a roadmap of revenge
leading to misery and destruction

what I had witnessed
would make no difference
not as long as you continued
stabbing westward
unseen and unafraid
daring an uncertain world to stop you

Source: a roadmap of revenge | jdubqca

A Thank You note~

A Thank You note~

Gratitude is not only the greatest of virtues, but the parent of all others. —Cicero

This is an humble attempt to say THANK YOU to all the people who took out moment from their precious lives to stop over & dwell with me in my little magical world and made more mystical with their presence. The immense affection I received in less than a month is incredible. I always dream of a Mystic world where all of us are an aid to each other, we grow together, learn collectively, lift each other’s spirit,  build each other mutually and spread happiness.I have encountered so many talented & generous souls here that it seems like  my dream world is taking a real shape and it’s simply WOW.

“let’s mend the broken”

Sharing thoughts with each other is like you give and receive gifts at a same time. Your generous, thoughtful, sweet, considerate comments and appreciations have been a driving force to write more, to express openly and to feel more in an high-spirited way.  I’m touched beyond words. 

Thank you All. Much appreciated ~ Kanika ❣️

The Scars I liked…

The Scars I liked…

Wailing emotions
Howling distances
Prolonging our Union;

Your brooding absence
Summons gracefully
Our demure alliance 

Accepting gladly the vulnerabilities
You left me a soulful mark
Like a Talisman

When embraced my gawky charm
Drinking you as an elixir
I refined clumsiness

Serendipity knocked door through you
Left me starving for more
Slit open my chambers of heart

Marks of your affection 
Though scarred me for life
Yet are worn in elegance 

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