I Kiss Her

Shamelessly picturizing her,

Tantalizing my senses,

She standing naked,

Behind the curtains,

Only illuminating,

Her curves, exposed,

Uncovered her feet,

Me lying all alone,

Awestruck, disturbed,

By her beauty,

Walk towards her,

Drawing the curtains,

Her back towards me,

My fingers slowly,

Aimlessly searching,

For the path,

To touch her heart,

Epitome of sensuality,

Ray of sun caressing her,

Making me jealous,

Covering with my hands,

Untouched by no one,

Other than me,

We hold each other,

Forever,

I kiss her,

She smiles for me.

I'm a Rape Victim

Writing this on a piece of paper,

To make myself realize,

To see the truth,

To see everything,

That I have been through,

On this piece of paper,

I write my life.

Lying in a gutter,

Drenched in blood,

No pain surfacing,

Feelings died inside,

No intention to cover,

Naked body with torn clothes,

Whole scenario justifies,

Four followed me that night,

Not even a single person,

In sight,

To whom I could beg for help,

To whom I could beg for life,

They raped me not once,

But each of the four,

Two times,

I kept screaming, asking for mercy,

I cannot take it anymore,

You bastards,

And then all the withering,

And time just froze inside,

Threw me in a gutter,

For god’s sake,

I didn’t even die.

I still live,

I still breathe,

I don’t cry,

You need feelings,

To bring tears to your eyes,

I’m half dead,

And what’s left inside of me,

Lives in that gutter,

Ruined, rotten,

Burned that night.

Mercy of nature

Endless minutes of endless days,
Dry wind from the west,
Desperate and pitiful gaze,
Sky clear as droplet of water,
No sound of the stammering thunder,
Wishful eyes towards the sky,
Sound of the bucket hitting the bottom,
Thirsty every living being,
Dead and rotten,
Cracked pieces of earth divided by nature,
Seems more like a puzzle,
Once lived like a caricature,
Children in silence,
Sitting, clutching their drying throats,
Asking their father for a glass of water,
Living each and every day,
at the mercy of a droplet of rain,
Gazing towards the sky,
With hungry eyes,
No water left to shed,
For tears,
Soulless farmers,
Left to wander,
At the pity of the nature,
Destined to die.

Live like A HUMAN

if I was blind,

This world would look,

One shade blacker,

Than what it is usually,

If I was deaf,

I won’t miss the sounds,

Of pain, of remorse, of cruelty,

That I could hear,

Normally,

If I was mute,

I won’t hurt someone’s feelings,

Divide the nation,

Kill thousands of people,

With the power of my speech,

If I was a preacher,

I won’t teach,

Ways to seek moksha,

Blinding the reality,

If I was a color,

I won’t create differences.

Between black and white,

Rather consider humanity,

If I was death,

I won’t die silent,

Rather lie on my death bed,

With a sense of awakening,

If I was life,

I won’t breathe,

The air of someone’s pity,

Rather live that very moment,

And die,

Like a free, unchained,

Human being.

Remuneration

How grand is our life,

Took me a while,

To understand a little,

The way it works,

The way it defines us,

Divides us, designs us,

Try as much as you can,

It’s how it’s meant to work,

It’s how he works,

It’s how he wants us to work,

We can’t make it on our own,

To reach to the top,

To touch the pinnacle,

Bound in shackles,

Of blood and glory,

So many stories untold,

Left in the misery,

Pit of adversary,

Waiting to unfold,

He who decides the fate,

Of me and you,

And the whole mankind,

Holds the key,

To the golden gate,

Of fame and recognition,

He doesn’t weigh the work,

Consider the strive behind it,

The size of sacrifice behind it,

Beaten, bruised and forsaken,

There is no remuneration,

For your work,

He who designs your fate,

He who makes all the favors,

In this society of evil,

His priorities has changed,

Engulfed in the boundaries,

Of power and hate,

He has considered the name,

The almighty too seriously,

After all he is the creator,

Of humans, of this mankind,

He too is influenced,

That thirst of power and fame,

Comes naturally to him,

He too is corrupted,

He doesn’t weigh the work,

Anymore,

There is no remuneration,

There is no hard work,

Considered anymore,

He who decides your fate,

Needs some favors,

To shift you up,

There is no blood or glory,

Anymore,

My friend,

You need a lot of luck.

Revelation

It was a town full of tragedies. Each and every family of this town had lost at least one member of their family. You could hear someone crying each time you left your house. Each house was located at a distance of hundred miles from each other. Not an inch more or less than hundred miles. All the houses were painted black with tainted windows and a brown chimney from which smoke use to emit everyday at 2:00 am. It was like a daily ritual for the whole town. Girls were not allowed to go out of their houses ever in their lives. If a girl was seen out of their doorstep than the town guards slashed their throats. Their bodies were dumped into the well near the Arrington church. All the men in this town did farming of marijuana. There was no corruption in this town. Now the name of the town as you all know is sunset town but back then it was called “west burn town”. I was from a town not so far from west burn town but there was river called “black Sand River” which acted as a divider between the two towns. But there was unsaid mutual understanding between the two towns. We never entered in their town and they never came here. But on the other hand no one even dared enter the black sand river. There was a reason behind that name. It looked like normal water when a part of the river but when someone tried to hold it in their palms it turned black.
Then came the day when I saw a body floating in the black sand river. I was the one who saved that girl. That day changed everything. I knew that she was from west burn town and I also knew that if anyone came to know about her they would kill her at that very moment. So I kept her in a cave not so far from the black sand river. She was the most beautiful girl I had ever seen in my life. Her eyes were amber in color and there was that calmness that you could feel in your heart whenever looked at her. I knew that even if she told me drive a sword down my throat I would done that without even hesitating for a second. I had heard about a place named India where there were snake charmers who hypnotized the snakes and made them do whatever they wanted. She was like one of those snake charmers.
Three days later my whole town was destroyed. No living being survived that catastrophe except for me. Till this day I have no idea why she left me? Why didn’t she just kill me? I never saw her again. I wanted answers. So I crossed the black sand river. West burn town was not a place made for humans. I cannot even describe how horrible that town was. The sky was different seemed closer than usual as if like a gaping hole which would one day absorb everyone in its vicinity. I stayed away from the town for four days. I thought I could figure out the mystery behind this town in four days but finally I realized that it will take me a century to dig the secrets buried in this place. All the things were odd about this town. Every night at 2:00 am smoke use to come out of each and every chimney that existed in west burn town. I never saw a single human in four days. West burn town was destroyed too All the houses were black with a goat tethered outside each and every house tied to a red colored rope. Each and every door was marked by the alphabet “s” with smoke rising from the alphabet and forming a devil’s face. Marks were hand drawn with blood. They were very old as the color of the blood had changed to black. Same phrase was seen on each and every door which read,


“The goats are the seed of Satan, and the Sheep are God's elect“


Two days later I reached the Arrington church. I crossed the black sand river reached west burn town for answers and finally found some. Not a day goes by when I don’t regret my decision. But as we all know curiosity killed the cat. Arrington church was like no other church I had ever seen. There were no graven images of Jesus. There was just an image of a woman giving birth to a baby. But the newborns head was missing. There was just an orb shining above its neck.


I will put enmity between thee and the woman, and between thy seed and her seed; it shall bruise thy head, and thou shall bruise his heel."


I always thought that the seed of the woman from which antichrist could rise was spiritual. It was never physical. But I was wrong. She had already given birth. Till this date I have no idea how I knew that the birth had taken place but it had. That’s why no woman was ever allowed to go out as the people of west burn knew long time back that the seed of a woman from which antichrist would rise would be physical. And they were proved right. There is heaven or earth anymore. Antichrist rose that day and so did his seeds.


"Who is a liar but he that denieth that Jesus is the Christ? He is antichrist that denieth the Father and the Son."

Neverville

It was damp, dark and full of evil. It never rested in peace. It was full of incomplete emotions. It was a town full of remorse and pain. They gave it the name ‘Neverville’. Neverville was so dark that even light couldn’t penetrate it. You could hear children crying, women beaten up, men shouting and abusing, slashing of throats, small girls crying for help, an elderly suffocating, women being raped, children being cut into pieces. It could never sleep. No one lived there not in the present. There was so much anger breathing, living within it that it was impossible for anyone to not only live but even stare at it for more than three seconds. Neverville was surrounded by oak trees from all sides. There was a large rusty gate which was so huge that it penetrated the clouds. That gate never ended and it was bounded by chains which had huge silver spikes poking out of it. There was an encryption written on that gate, which read,

“Here lies the heart of remorse and the pulse of pain. Touched by the souls of hundreds of people it breathes”

Tall Tales

I know at the end of this story you won’t believe that this ever happened. But let me tell you that each and every word that I’m about to say is true and if it isn’t then this very minute I would be hit by a lightning bolt. So here it goes. So as usual I was traveling by train on that same route which I have been traveling for the past ten years. As always headphones in my ears so loud that even if this train crashed this very moment I won’t come to know until my head came off and I would be like ,”hey!!!Who turned off my i Pod”? So yeah back to my story. I just looked up for a second and,”oh Jesus Christ!!”There was a guy who was not six, not six and half but seven and a half feet tall. He was huge as hell. I mean roof was the only thing that was stopping him from touching the sky. Then my attention wavered for a second and I saw the whole compartment, even the ladies compartment besides ours was staring at him as if it was the end of the world. Some of them were staring into the oblivion. I mean yeah he was tall and yeah his head was touching the roof but people were looking somewhere else only some towards the sky as if this guys upper half was protruding from the roof and was somewhere near the clouds. And then out of the blue a man wearing specks so huge that they looked more like binoculars shouted,” man where does he get his size of jeans”. People started laughing as if someone told them that humans could laugh too. Some of them were creating their own jokes and laughing like mad people and falling from their seats. At first I was also a member of that train compartment laughing committee but then my gaze shifted to that seven and a half feet tall guy. He was standing near the edge of the door and like others looking somewhere above. I mean more then hundred people were making fun of him and shouting, pointing at him so loud that even the people standing on the passing stations could have heard the riot these two compartments were making. But this tall guy was unperturbed by the ongoing laugh riot as if this was like a daily routine for him. Yeah I think it was kind of a daily routine for him. He wasn’t listening to any music and by the end of this story it would also be sure that he was not deaf. If I was in place of this guy I would have jumped from this train to save myself from this embarrassment. But this tall guy was calm as a cucumber. I think he had learned the technique of closing his mind and drifting his thoughts to something which is far more interesting then this usual riot. He was staring towards the sky and the heavy breeze giving him that dreamy look. By this time my headphones were hanging somewhere near my shoes and biting the dust. My station had passed long back and I had no intention of getting off this train. It was as if I was waiting for that climax of the movie and as I say now to my friends I was destined to be on that train that very moment. Suddenly the train started to rock like clothes swirling in the breeze hanging from a rope. Now the people who were still sitting on their seats joined the people who had fallen from their seats. I was somewhere near a smelly crotch. I can still smell that crotch even after two years. I still have nightmares of that crotch. Now the train was not just moving like those clothes I had described earlier it was off its tracks and moving towards the rice fields so fast that it was more like a blur for me but in slow motion. Some say that before you die your whole life plays in your mind at neck breaking speed and then you see that flash of white light. But for me it was not like that my eyes were still fixed on that tall guy. Now this tall guy’s face was not calm anymore and he was holding a pole so hard that his cheeks were red like a volcano. He was thin like a pole he was holding but this guy sure had some inhuman power.
My eyes again switched between others and then back to the tall guy. People still say that what I’m saying is pure bullshit and that my head would have hit a pole and I was imagining. But I swear on my brother’s grave that the whole compartment was still staring at that guy as if they were watching the end of a movie. The train came to a halt and my eyes were still switching as if I was watching a ping pong match. Now the whole world knows that no one was found dead in the compartment number 727.That was our very own laughing committee compartment. Most of them including me were bleeding like hell but there were no screams, no panic nothing at all. All of them including me were still looking at that tall guy. As soon as the train halted this guy removed his grip from the pole and ran like a mad scientist towards us. He wasn’t hurt at all only his jeans had torn from his left knee. No one believed when the passengers of compartment number 727 said that this guy carried four people on his shoulders at a time. There were 108 passengers in that compartment so if we calculate 4 people at a time the conclusion is that it took this tall guy 27 rounds to empty our compartment. Even I wouldn’t have believed this conclusion if my eyes hadn’t witnessed this very own miracle.
That day the news channels got one hell of a story to showcase for two whole days and by third day they had even forgotten that hundreds of lives had been taken in this accident and don’t know how brought humor to this scenario. For example


“The derailed train destroys acres of rice fields. Basmati rice prices shoot up.”


Now yeah I have completed the story but one minor fact still remains. We know that this tall guy saved our lives. We know that he carried 108 people out of that compartment to safety. But what we didn’t know was that His left leg was missing. Our eyes were so fixed on finding that guy’s head somewhere near the sky that we never noticed that he was holding a walking stick in one hand. And then my mind traveled for a second in the past to that part where this tall guy was not running towards us but was hopping, bobbling from side to side.
Sometimes even I think that this incident never happened and that it is just a fragment of my mind. The news channels never saw that tall guy. The passengers of compartment number 727 never saw that guy. It was as if this guy was send by Jesus just for this incident. I’m not that type of guy who says tall tales. It’s just that I came across one which the passengers of compartment number 727 will remember for the rest of their lives.

Rain Drops

Things that we say to each other,

Seem more like a puzzle to others,

Can’t deny the fact that even I get jumbled in her words,

For a minute I forget everything, I keep mumbling to her,

She keeps looking at me as if trying to figure out something,

Trying to fix those pieces of puzzle tangled up in me,

I settle myself besides her doing nothing for hours,

We talk to each other in whispers lying under the covers,

Shimmering drops of rain pouring outside the window,

Matching its rhythm with the beat of my heart,

Pouring down from heaven my love for her,

I try to hold some in my palms and share it with her,

We hold each other’s hand for a while saying nothing to each other,

Feel the pulse running through us, part of my soul removed,

Sacrificed, destroyed and cannot be taken back especially for her,

I don’t count the years I spend with her,

Just the moments preserved so that I can keep on breathing,

Even if I’m suffocating seizing the time for her,

Stay there forever if I could when she passes by,

Only minutes left before they turn off her life,

Just a mere click of a button on her life support system,

Pain at its epitome that you can just admire,

I kept looking at her for a while when they turned her life off,

Puff goes the life in a breeze words out of my reach to describe,

To describe my love for her it never died,

Words will remain inscribed on her gravestone forever,

My memories a part of the holy earth now,

Please take care of her when I die.



Words on her gravestone
“Rosemary I can still feel that pulse of your life running inside me even if you are here no more. I know life would be tough without you death won’t come for me in the blink of an eye. But I will still catch some of those rain drops for you because they remind me of your warmth. Keep shining for me sit beside me not for hours but just for a while”.