The way his filthy hand graze my rosy skin slowly, gradually giving rise to my terror even my inner demon refused to show up due to his sadistic behaviour, he dragged me towards the bare window ripping my the fabric he thrust closer to me
He stared at my spooked eyes appeased with himself he scrapes my cheeks brutally this time hastily than before my body reacts critically he got hysterical at my abrupt turmoils conveying all the strength he punched me My nose was bleeding heavily I tasted my blood unwillingly which was better than is touch
I refused to lose when my senses were robust but my body was slumping I tried shoving him away but he clutched my wrist revealing his barbarous flank He grabbed a handful of my hair clenching his teeth not satisfied with himself he clutched my neck with his both hands squeezing bitterly
I was struggling to acquit myself from his grasp but I couldn't breathe my shaky voice was muffled by his dominant restraint I tried riding myself from his fatal gazes but my all strength goes on vain when he pressed his crusty lips on my neck
I was hopeless begging for mercy each part of me was thunderstruck feeling of nausea knocks me I gave up when all attempt to save me failed he engulfed me but I was still breathing for the vengeance
I hear a scream of my inner self You can fight You have to fight Fight for women You for humanity
I thought to an extent, I was losing me someone else was winning me against me. A voice awakens my isolated strength which endowed my ability to thwart the foe I freed my hand kicked him harshly. He was shaken for a moment his seduced eyes vanished instantly. He opened and close his mouth several times. I took advantage plucked the first thing that my hand could reach the flower vase whack his head. I ran locking the door hardly.
You can win, you have to win, you have the right to win.
What would be the best gift for a selenophile? Maybe, A cute canvas warped in a dark wooden box decorated by loneliness and scars. A passionate painting painted in the twilight betrayed by daylight yet appreciated when nightfalls. The moon that resembles beauty, the painter who is an artist, painting that reflects art when combined all together. Would it the best gift for moon lovers?
What would be the best gift for a bibliophile? Maybe, A room. A room filled with books, novels and a sweet fragrance of golden pages, bookshelves in each of the nooks and crannies. Seven cups of black coffee and some glass of hot tea to enhance energy. A pen and paper to make a memo, note down the names of the favourite character and striking quotes. Would it be the best gift for book lovers?
What would be the best gift for your lover? Maybe, A surprise. Something unexpected that seems impossible for you to get yet, the desire to gift is way bigger than the impossibilities. Your effort must be honest if they are fascinated by stars just go to hills, those flicker of lamps, classic bulbs, the shine of lanterns, fire in lights are no less than the stars that twinkle at night, anything that consists of a bit of hard work dedication and full of love would be appreciated no matter what it is, they would love.
I think this is called writer's block. I can't write.
#wod#gifts Happiest birthday, dear ❤ @scar_on_stars I wish you all the happiness in the world, study hard the way you always do
Today is Vishu, festival celebrated in Kerala. On this day Shree Krishna (Hindu God) defeated the demon named Narakasur and from then onwards it is celebrated as Vishu symbolising good luck and victory over all. Most of the festival's highlight is this only victory over evil.
But my question is are we really appreciating and following that divine vibe? No! We just wear new clothes, play with firecrackers, eat sweets and pray for our wishes only(not really praying but becoming greedy). Can we once again start celebrating the humanity? Which is now sleeping in all of us?
You only say for which matter it's not time up? Take it gender equality: we neglect the emotions of males and only spotlight female's issues! Don't males suffer? Don't males have emotions and pain? You know we are living in an era where males are committing suicide because of false acquisitions labelled on them! How pity right? And same on the other side of the coin females harassed so much that they are even afraid to see themselves as a girl in the mirror. Why so much of discrimination in this world when we are advancing and terming ourselves as educated humans? That's because we have been feeding the demon roaring inside us forgetting that all together when lives in harmony can only keep the God of humanity alive in this world!
How brutally humans kill a soul from 1 day old child to 111 year old elderly people are murdered for their own satisfaction. When you here the reason your heart breaks into pieces, might be killed because the child is a girl! Might be killed for satisfying their desires, might kill elderly for money and what not.
Humanity dying each and every corner of the world!
Tell me folks, we humans celebrate numerous festivals in every religion. Every festival just reflects the importance of righteousness, peace and well being of humanity! Then from when we are gonna actually celebrate humanity? Any idea?
So come, together we need to defeat the demon growing inside ourselves and let the divine humanity once again mark the birth of peace and let again mother Earth blossom like golden showers. Let us uplift our soul truly otherwise it's time up for a disastrous destruction so that mother Earth can breathe again but this time without humans.
in front of a plate of scrambled eggs, under the shower, while riding a bicycle, in a corner of a library, across the street, while on an escalator, under the mango tree, while watering the Bougainvilleas, in a cookie jar, beside the traffic light, while putting on mascara, under the street light, while tying my shoelaces, in front of the church, while feeding the cats, in front of a stove, in a bookshelf, while counting sticks and stones, in the ceiling, at the bottom of a coffee mug, in fragile twigs, in between heartbeats, in blue Spanish eyes, in dandelions' wings, under the April rainbow, on a train to Florence, while writing love letters, on empty bubble gum packets, while enjoying champagne and stealing butterfly kisses, under the sleepy October sky,
This is based on a personal day to day experience of colourism All the events mentioned above are real and have happened with me. My skin has always been something I have been criticized for. This poem is me, reclaiming my worth, my territory. @anvaya thank you for being there and pushing me to write this poem