A gentle breeze Grazing her cheeks A clear blue sky Reflected in her gaze The goddess of the water With another child In her embrace Set to test its fate.
The Samrat of Bharat Denied the child's destiny That paved a new path The pride of Ganga Begun it's journey In an unkind world Full of monstrosity Followed by mother's love.
Once a tender hearted boy Now a man of honour With an undefying strength A roar heard across fields The savior of the weak Stepped onto this earth To banish the evil A dedicated soul found its firm.
The long awaited throne Was supposed to be decorated With the throne of Dharma Was betrayed By the twisted minds of mortal The epitome of principles Was once again on his knees Vowed to be the slave of throne.
The promise that shackled him The oath that shattered his Dharma The vow that tired his soul To the core That hollow pledge of the old Reaped the seeds of extinction The flowers of Dharma rottened Before his eyes.
Once unbeatable strength That knew no competition Across the lands of the mortals, Now on a bed of arrows With red dripping From the pores of his muscles The body ached with pain But no sound left his mouth.
The hollow eyes gazing the sky With the exhausted soul That only cried for salvation Tardiness of lifetime of servitude Was smoothened In his mother's embrace No more was he bound To this unearthly rock.
His wish to see Dharma rule Was fulfilled by five great grandchildren The spirit of happiness Found it's way to mother's bossom The agony that was bore For eighteen days Finally saw the fruits And left the flesh for eternity.
Mother nature is a serial killer No one's better. What humans try to destroy, for centuries She does it with a snap of a finger. She seems kind and gentle at times But when tested, No one's more merciless than her. She wouldn't hesitate for a genocide But as they say, "To create, one must first destroy".
Moral of the story:- Never test mother nature.
P.S: I pray for all those souls that have succumbed to this corona virus .
Also, in desperate times like these, the humanity that is built upon the differences, is shattered and humans pray under a single roof and strive together for prosperity.
Journey began In a world of conflict. Hate, power, intolerance Were at its epitome. Monarchy ruled the world Condemning innocents. Heinous slaughters Were the daily news.
Son of the god was born To purify the world. Kindness of the highest form Were his weapons and shield. Recognized the need For inheritance. Fell for the women For who she was.
The purity of their love Blessed them with a child. A child born At a great cost. The father, stoned Crucified with nails. The mother, drowned Suffocated on tons of water.
The fading memories Of her son's cry was etched. The determination Of protection was immense. The weight of crashing waters, Didn't mattered. The struggle for a second of Breath, didn't mattered.
Only thing that mattered was The sacrifice to save the infant. The infinite hope for her son Remained undwindled. Her resolve paved the way Against all the odds. The mother's longing For her son's future was reality.
Now she sleeps pleasantly Beneath the stary skies. For her years of struggle Bore her fruits. Hoping to join her true love One day. Capering hand in hand On a pleasant day.
The unending tears of anguish Tumbling down a pained face An epitome of elegancy That knew no bounds Is now a swollen beet red With blood oozing out Down the lower lip.
Thousand words made their way Out of her mouth But none audible Millions of emotions reflected Through her glassy eyes But none visible To the monsters of the earth.
The darkness of pain Engulfed her mind Sinking her into the Never ending black abyss As the wretched savages Ravaged her soul temple Without a hint of regret.
Sailing into her childhood days A Mischievous thief, she was Troubling her mother in every ways But always a precious princess And an intellectual sarcastic brat Shouldering mountains of dream That made her strive in her life.
Dreams fulfilled with her hardwork Glistening eyes of happiness Looked forward towards her destiny But the cruel fate had its own plan Tested her for the tolerance And gave up upon the scrutiny Against the beastly conduct of humans
The fate cried along with her, that day As she walked through the fire The fire lord embraced her As she witnessed her body Slowly turning into blackened rigid mass Which then seeped into the ground Into the mother earth's womb.
Born without knowledge The only emotions that I got Was the unending abuse " You are useless" "You are a whore" Rained onto me Constantly Thanks to that, I forgot my self-worth I forgot Loving myself.
Other people tend to hold Onto their pride By deeming themselves worthy But not me. Other people tend to replenish Their family prestige With strong bonding But not me. Other people are born With unbeatable love And affection in their bloodline But not me.
I am a girl with no desires I am a girl with no love I am a girl with fear I am a girl of abuse I am a girl of no self-worth I am a girl with no FUTURE.
I still am not used to Be treated as a burden, I wonder why! I still am not used to Be called as "worthless whore", I still am not used to People who bury me deep, I still am not used to The physical and emotional abuse, I still am not used to The hateful family.
I want to cut myself deeper But that would only lead To the greater humiliation. I want to run away far But that would only lead To more resentment.
Why must I be the one to suffer When I am the most abused, Physically and mentally? Why can't I just end my life Like my friends and brothers On my own accord? Why can't I seek peace from The unending pain and suffering All by myself? Why is my freedom caged so much That I am finding it harder to breathe With every passing second?
All I ask is a permanent sleep Because I am tired Loosing myself mentally I would be great full For a permanent sleep Rather than loosing my pride My self worth Even though I am pure.
Sheathe your voice and kneel For the ruler of the hell Has stepped out of his throne Making his way onto The land of the dead With his bloody feet That sets fire upon the touch Crushing the skulls And burying the rotten deep under.
Tremor spread across the earth Greeting the arrival of the dark lord Leaving the animals stunned Birds flapped away in fear Wind forgotten to blow Abysmal odour covered the air Reminding his presence Time slowed down instantly With his mischievous trickeries
Those huge wings fluttered proudly The twisted horns of hellfires Scarred their way to his eyes That reflected ominous darkness Fur covering the lower part With the blood dripping down From the sharp canines Tracing his tight chest Slithering down the brawny belly
The unsightly form of the creation Parading through the realm In search of wretched souls Beware, for he might suck your soul In a blink of an eye Burning your soul as he drags Suffocating in endless pits of abyss For you are the sinner Inviting him to your own demise
In all those ifs and buts You kept portraying me nuts Doubting me and my guts Just coz my home It's in the row of huts For , You have the habit of judging everything by money I wonder , if You are from the bees , honey
Today , Might be I am forced , To earn , Some bread and clothing But does that mean I am not qualified For writing and learning
Maybe , You all Are lucky to be blessed And maybe I'm having My piece of luck A bit messed But that won't provoke me For asking some perk I'd better choose To earn , to work
You all are having Home , culture and parents Your amusements , your play I'm too gifted , having Riches of Experience and poor events That make me befriend with sweat and clay
Despite this all Mind You I won't ever loose my sight In every situation Dreaded and anew I would continue to fight For I have my own view And my hopes , they're my light
you have an old habit of sleeping off your misery, to pass it onto your future self coz you're too afraid to bear it alone. you forget its a measly temporary escape as anxiety keeps piling on while you're asleep and gets ready to welcome you with a crooked smile as soon as you've come out of it. as soon as you open your eyes, the concentrated anxiety shatters you with the force similar to a speeding truck thundering down an open highway 60 miles an hour. it annihilates every part of you until there's nothing left to see.
as you gain consciousness from that anxiety attack, you let out a sigh, dusting yourself off unaware of the destruction that's gonna follow through shortly. you pick up the torn pieces and start sewing yourself up in hopes of reconciliation but you're just preparing yourself for the next round. your head hurts from an unexpected sleep at an unearthly hour but not as much as your broken spirit which is dangling at the mercy of your dark thoughts. the last tiny amount of hope left in you is keeping the bones at place but every fiber of you aches for an escape from what it seems like an aoen of suffering.
after all this, you think sleeping it off was a really bad idea, since its gonna be a long night and it is waiting with a cleaver in its hands ready to cleave you in half as soon as you let out a silent cry.
as the night approaches, the pain begins to stretch, the night doesn't feel like a bringer of serenity when every atom of your body shivers inside out, yet some parts burn with the same intensity, youre amazed how that coexists in a damp place like your body. your palms are cold but not as cold as the left part of your chest. your head feels heavy but not as heavy as the anchor that rests on your heart. it keeps forcing out blood but the physical pain is just a fraction to what the mental suffering has got to offer.
the voices inside your head start to gather around in the back of your mind with sharp shanks in each of their hands, they are back from a break and they're craving a feast of your soul. someone might have tipped them off.
its you versus the voices, you might not walk out of it alive but youre looking forward to exactly that. you hope for an end to all of your misery coz the voices aren't gonna stop until they completely silence out the one voice that speaks in your favour.
#pod#writerstolli#mirakee#ceesreposts There is always someone who loves the real you,Chin up baby your cloth is waiting to fall in love with those stretch Marks and curves.Dress yourself for the self comfort don't mind about the critics they never stop even if it's perfect. Stay cool and be yourself.Enjoy being in your own way.
Beyond the wildflowers, a spiral of smoke shoots upwards, arrowing into a hitherto untouched sky. Your feet glide across the moss strewn floor, as your eyes follow the flames.
Something about the ashes seems to have mesmerised your face, and I am certain that if I were to look into the green flecked grey of your iris, I would be able to burn down the ruin of a building on my own.
A waft of cold soars through the air and lands upon your bare arms. I can feel your heart rising and falling as you hold your breath. The smoke is impossibly high now, and from where I am watching, it is almost caressing the stars.
"What is happening? I can hear screaming, mummy."
Your voice falls like a gunshot upon the stillness, shattering the silence into pieces too fragile to be counted.
We are only a few kilometers away, but it feels like we are watching slow motion destruction in front of our eyes. From another portal, with bulletproof glass acting as an impenetrable shield between us.
We walk away with heavy hearts, as the blackness of the night blankets us in its icy embrace. A phoenix whispers into our tired ears and its song floats into a moon outshone by the yellow flame.