Into the darkness,
In search of your cloudy Aura
Following that foggy dusk
I entered my wilderness…
Into the darkness,
In search of your cloudy Aura
Following that foggy dusk
I entered my wilderness…
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
To HIM-
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.
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{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??””
“GO PAPERLESS!!”
Bursting into laughter, Granny always knew how to have her fun.
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
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.
Well, It’s a rapport you build through your Hard-work.
Or–
An illusion to see oneself from someone else’s perspective & revel in thought that you are something.
All you have to do is perish one day.
“Guys, help me choose an outfit for my first day at work.
I wanna look young.”
Mocking him they fastened the perfect tie knot.
“Here, this should work” chuckled his OLD AGE Homies.
He snaps a picture of food
He prays for all three meals
He throws the waste into dustbin
He has a knack of finding something valuable from that very bin
He’s too confused to choose an outfit
He’s too busy in sewing the ripped parts
His room is a manifestation of affluence and comfort
His one-room-sized home is damp and devoid of essentials
He buys gizmos as necessity to remain updated
He might have to sell his organs to feed the mouths
He falls into loops of sins or virtues, either way doesn’t matter
He restores his faith in God as a bribe to himself
He longs for a deep sound sleep whilst possessing all the riches
He dreams of money to make ends meet
He yearns for a true mortal warmth & compassion
He laughs heartily with nothing to lose
If he is caught he’s on scandal rampage sessions
If caught he’s just a Criminal
He wins even before participating
He loses before he could start
His presence is a bliss
His existence – an abomination
On a day of rendezvous with these two divided worlds, sitting together on a bench – both exhausted from life, both beggars with different insatiate appetite; finally see what a divided world they live in! One world a pretense of comfort, other an attempt of making it.
But God & Coffin could never tell them apart; A human flesh with nothing obligatory.
My Dear Friend,
there’s no one like you.
You gave me everything I needed.
Even your brutal betrayal made me learn lessons I never intended to.
“You’re a brave & strong girl. I love you so much but every story has a villain”, the 6-year-old listened intently.
His last words. And CANCER won.