A Crazy Collaboration, Again..!
SA and The Crackhead.
''Covered with walls all side, white at times isn't really the peaceful color as you think'', She screamed in silence, plain white being all around her. Only voice she heard was the blood dripping from her body. Demonic angels kill her with whitening right. And all she saw was nothing but the bright light that disappeared from her soul, as she entered in to the other world.!
-----A Medical Crime.
Never did She realize that somewhere someone is already been waiting for her there. Not to make her feel good., but to listen to her screams with all patience. Not to cool her down, but lit the light in her soul. Not to r...
#WORLD POETRY DAY
Let no bitterness around,
Slowly get the better of you.
For you start turning them around,
For you start judging others,
Left with nothing but remorse.
#PHOTO CHALLENGE 59
I can still feel my despair,
With every breeze, with every storm.
I can still feel there is a lot left to be said,
With every word, with every silence.
I can still feel there is a lot way to go,
With every step, With every fall.
There is nothing gone, a lot left unsaid.
TRAPPED IN BLOOD
The blood stain in the kerchief, he kept in his pocket safe, and rushed out of the room. The urge to leave the hotel pushed him forcefully that he hit someone who came opposite to him. She fell as his rush was quite in haste. And as he gave his hand to help her up, he saw her face that was glowing beautifully masked here and there by her silky hair, in the air. She lifted herself up with a smile that was holding his hand and h...
Born as a result of his lustfullness
Died for the same, an angel in mess.
Daddy, before she could even say
He became the bloody demon who took her life's ray.
With a loud scream that was the last,
The baby was forever lost.
Lost and losing,
Fumes puffed in deeper
He was a living poison
Alcohol in Soul.
Talk about the men, not just her!
BLAME THE MOON....!
Was it Her?
Or The Lord's Err?
Was it the dress?
Or the darkness?
Was it the skin?
Or just karma's Sin?
Was it He?
Or the Society?
Was it the law?
Or the lives he saw?
Was it a biological rush?
Or a cruelty in need to crush?
Was it the night?
Or the absence of a knight?
Was it her beauty?
Or the lack of faith in deity?
Was it the drug?
Or a human slug?
Was it really something?
Or just a mysterious nothing?
What was it????
Oh just shut your thoughts.
Blame The Moon..!
Blamed in Flame,
Burnt in Shame,
Tears kept rolling down the cheeks.
for it was nothing else She could do,
other than watch the next victim
die the same brutal death, as her.
Same cry for help, No Saviour heard.
This time, the girl had an unknown friend
Shedding tears for her, from the other world.
Rapes continued. Deaths too.
So did the tears. Just helpless..!
Dying every minute,
We live in our own world
Speaker to deaf audience
Listener to busy friends
Then who is listening to us ?
Who is my audience ?
You need not speak to be heard
You need not listen to reply
Your audience is the inner child
And listener to the inner voice.
You need no sympathy,
The clue to every puzzle
With a stoic stare
All arguments ended fair
They had equal share.
A Writing Prompt So Beautiful..!
Beauty to me, is
... Contentment in solitude.
... The very first tiny little drop of rain in a drought land.
... The drizzle from the sky when Sun still radiates its heat.
... Baby smile.
... A Kid telling story.
... Sacrificing the self for the happiness of someone you love.
... Tears that burst out after all happy and sad moments.
... Wrinkles that wear smiley emoticons as you get old.
... The true lies you accept honestly.
... Forgiveness that restores relationships.
... Oneness in all souls, despite all differe...
Beauty is self acceptance,
Believing in the creation.
Loving it's ubiquitous presence,
Admiring the natural affair.
Beauty is perception,
Climbing the ladder of self belief.
How you smile at the glaring mirror,
Not how others want you to be .
Beauty is appreciation,
Accepting the present.
Embracing the imperfection,
Amidst the desire for perfection.
Beauty is simplicity,
Beauty is loving another soul.
It isn't your identity,
But Just another definition.
Her eyes kept searching for it. for those in pain, can never live in peace, she thought. And continued her search. The longing for peace, silencing her heartbeats then and there. She stilled her soul, in the midway of the journey to seek and find. It was his voice. Towards her, he came. And that's when she found. Peace resting deep within Love. In his chest, buried her pain, she was free, letting life live..!
A caged heart fears rise
While a free heart risks them all
Neither is at fault
Languages being many, there's this one feeling you never can bring out with its finites. The pain-filled desire, longing need, lost life's treasure in the deep sea of time, waves that won't ever return to the shore, the current that pulls the chain of past, reliving happy memories in wretched sadness, yearning despite accepting realities.
My dear saudade.
Never from me will you fade.
Us can't be unmade.
The cravings, being desperate, all meant exciting eagerness, expectations to be together once, and all turned missingness that has no vantage point, now.
Will it be clear if I say we were one for all those nine months, and when they made us two, our dream of bei...