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After torturing our adrenaline  by watching a horror movie for a couple of hours  the places we are most afraid of are the doors and windows of the room even though  they are the only ways for us to escape  in case of occurrence such an event. :-P

S omewhere deep within A midst her many moods, N umerous yet reasoned, H ollers never, but she does cry. I ngenuous but experienced T amed not, but she tries. A sks never, but she does spy J

THE YELLOW MUSTARDS, WITH SUMMER'S WARMTH, SINGING BIRDS SUNSET AND SONGS HEARD

If I have to narrate the story of my marriage, the entire story, well, then it might take a week or two for you to read. So making the long story short let me take you directly to its climax. It all began with a phone call; A phone call that was the root of all our differences. “so.. wanna go out tomorrow?” it was the first thing he said after I picked up his call on the landline (In those days cellular phone was a luxury for only those who were willing to pay bills for their incoming calls too). Mother was waiting nearby so I could not say anything that might seem “bad” to her prying ears. As suspicious as ever she sat by my side pretending to look at one of the fashionable fountain pens I had between my fingers. “ Yes, I was just doing the homework, it will be done by midnight.. I will hand it over to you tomorrow at college.” I answered him something totally irrelevant to what his question was. “Huh? Oh.. ok.. see ya.” He hung up. After answering...

I know not what I lack, I know not why I cry, Since the day you are gone Everyday I die. Passing through a dark phase, I do not know if it will end. Telling my bleeding heart In this phase I must blend. “Saying sorry will not do”, That is what you told, But to endure your absence My heart is not that bold. I have nothing that Money cannot buy, But now these words Seem so wry, For I can not have you, Standing by my side, I begged you that day But you did go away, My faults did not give You a reason to stay, I should have stopped you, I can not bear this pain, Yes, I need you To be in my life again, I put my hand on my chest, And claim today, I will wait for you Till my death day, In heaven we will meet, This promise I will keep. Please, come back to me How long will we weep? Forgiveness I ask for, Before you, my soul stands, My head is down and I am with folded hands. Restless I am not, I state this with...

You claim to know all Of love and of her.. You claim her love ain’t true.. So today I ask you..  What do you know of love? When you have never had a dream of her? What do you know of her? When you have never longed for her love? Oh, What do you know of love? When your heart don’t ache When she cries her heart out? What do you know of her? When you notice her smile But not the drop of tear in her eye? What do you know of love? When your heart ain’t worthy enough to be loving? What do you know of her? When you could never feel the pain she’s been hiding? You claim to know all Of love and of her.. You claim her love aint true.. Maybe coz she’s not like you..

[ The poem is written as a tribute and encouragement to the unfortunate rape victims of the society who are fighting every day to live with dignity.  This poem is published in  Read In Park ] Never had known pain, As I do now… Never knew what grief is, But I do now… When the morning sun knocks on my window, I weep silently recalling that loathsome night, When the rays fall on my wet pillow, I wail in self pity ending another sleepless night. Every morning I look into the mirror To see the detested face, Robbed, touched, raped, I now loathe my every single trace. I had begged for help, Had cried for mercy, But no one took a single step, That night to rescue me     They jeered at my pain, Laughed at my plight, “Men” they called themselves Those beasts of that night The fear that arouse in me, I fear it may bring my death Growing day by day, It questions my each breath The bruises on my face will heal, ...