//Last Wish

When the world claims to be beautiful ,

I wish to be ugly,

ugly enough to evade the

hunger stricken eyes,

in the disguise of foul,

I wanna escape!

When moonlight marks menace,

I wish to fade away in murk,

to elude the vile beasts at the corner

not to be their feast, tonight

I wanna escape!

When the world laughs in rapture,

I wish to conceal my smile behind

curtains of anguish,

to tame evil desires of crew;

Yeah

I wanna escape,

Escape a life of fazed prey,

And this I wish for the last……

WISH !

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” Women’s Day ” Is it really a happy day ?

And once again it’s 8th march, and the social sites are flooded with Women’s Day posts. I can even see people wishing heartily on this day.

But,
I being a girl myself don’t feel any pride on being wished.

Is it really significant to consider a day as women’s day when we women ourselves fail to respect eachother,are jealous and think ill of others ?

Is it really a ‘ Happy ‘ women’s day when somewhere women are being humiliated, considered as a weaker sex, and somewhere they themselves take advantage of the laws and orders supporting them , where talking about healthy hygiene are a taboo and on other hand somewhere innocent men are being suppressed by for the same ?

I don’t think so, I really don’t.

How can there be a ‘ Happy Women’s Day ‘ when there is no fair equality between the two ?

Maybe, the day when everyone will be treated with equal respect and considerations, it will be truly a ” HAPPY DAY ” for all.

Happy hug day :)

in my hours of grief,

i often close my eyes.

pressing them deeply, with

a tedious heart

I fold my arms. yeah

I do fold them, to

embrace you,

to feel you deep.

as your healing aura

entwines with mine,

i squeeze even denser

to fondle in you.

and then

It touches.. touches. but

my chest

and yes.. it is then I see

It was all an

I L L U S I O N

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//love is sacrifice

….they say, love is sacrifice.

yeah. It is

just like the rose,

mislays its scent to adorn you.

or like that moon, on

a full moon night,

splits it’s twinkle

to dazzle your leaden blue;

just like that.

love elucidates

your malaise,

merges with bliss,

and raptures you vein…!!

//love sacrifices your pain

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It all stopped at once…

As the hands moved on it’s own orbit, the minutes were passing one by one. Although, a week long was left, yet with every second, a storm was evolving. 

Something untouched, unfelt, unheard to be said….
And then it was, a whole span of 168 hours was on its last round, a catastrophic eruption was awaiting, 

the clock did hit it’s last minute.
And yes,
IT ALL STOPPED AT ONCE. 



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