The perfect suicide..

She thought of dying

Bringing an end

To all of it

To all the pain

To all the suffering

To all the curses

To all the yellings

To all the taunts

By ending all of her

She thought

She was hated

And disgraced by all

She thought she

Ain’t worth being alive

Because no one

Likes her

And all of a sudden

At the middle of a dark

Night she left

For the beach

Where she will

Surrender her

Hurt soul and body

And be peaceful

Onwards

And she reached there

And could listen

To the waves

Their shouts

Calling her name

Welcoming her

To the new land

Beneath it

Promising not to

Disappoint her

Just like every other person

And she was convinced

To make the journey

To the new dreamland

Leaving everything behind

And slowly

She entered the water

Wet legs

Cool breeze

Feeling of calmness

Dominating her

She releasing her soul

Thanking God for everything

And forgiving the bad

People have done to her

Serene silence

Water level increasing

Knees drowned

Now the waist

And a force took her back

BACK!

She meant to go front

Wanted the waters to

Take her inside

And tell her stories

And introduce her to

Other beautiful people

In that new dreamland

Who are just like her

But it was not what happened

Someone forced her back

On the sand

And when she saw with anger

And was already cursing

The person

Who dared to stop her

She saw that one face

His beautiful face

Filled with tears

And sweat and panting

And the way he hugged her

Brought senses to her

That indeed she was doing a

Mistake

Rather a blunder

And on that beach

They buried their

both their hurt and pain

And went back home

Happily

The guy was never to blame

She knew deep inside her heart

All the other were

But she also realized

She was punishing the guy

Rather than punishing others

And now others don’t

Matter to her

Only his love

Their love

Their life

I swear I tried..

As I see the

Tears from the sky

Fall on the surface

Of the earth

And mostly it

Brings joy to me

But today

I m Drenched and

Hollow and

Gloomy

Because

The past

Hindered with me

As I saw the scars

Again on her face

Her cute little face

Blood dripping from it

Her eyes blood red

She all scared

By not the scars

Because she can lie

But the scars won’t lie

They will scream

About the beatings

About the slaps

About the torture

About the violence

About the victory

Of that fucking SOB

Because she chose to lie

She chose to stay mum

She chose to love him

She chose to forgive him

And by doing this

She chose Death

Not the easy soothing & immediate one

But a more grievous

Day-by-day one

And God help her with

Her slow poison death

And I tried

I swear I tried

To help her

To stop him

And it did stop

But it was just

A matter of days

And the ritual has

Again started

And its more fierce

As if the days off

Are being paid

With interest

And now all I can

Do to save my Angel

My mother

Is cry with her

And hope that

As the rain water

Gets washed into drains

Our tears will somehow

Find there way to peace

Game of tiptoeing..

When I was a kid,

I used to tip toe go to kitchen,

During the noon time,

When my mother was asleep,

So that I can have some cream biscuits,

Without her knowledge.

But in the evening,

She calls me and takes my class,

For eating those biscuits on a regular basis.

She didn’t changed the place of those biscuits,

Because she loved my tip-toeing and having those biscuits,

And thinking that I can fool my mother,

Who know me more than I know myself.

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Now, the table has turned.

I loved her beauty, her smile, her truthfulness,

And this time, my mother tip-toed,

And went to meet her and said,

To leave me and go far away from me,

Because my father don’t like her,

And my girl left me, without telling me,

And I thought that it was fate and we weren’t meant to be a together,

But then when I came to know what had really happened,

I cursed my mother, my girl, everyone, even God,

Because then I hated this game of tip-toe,

This game of pretendness.

This game of keeping cards close to your chest,

This game of not putting everything on the table,

This game of thinking that others are fool,

And you are the only smart guy.

I hate this sham!!

Eagerness in people!!

Shall I call them two-faced or multi-faced,

Or shall I call them people with black hearts,

No matter what I call them,

They will eagerly do what they always do,

They will eagerly bitch in my name,

They will eagerly poke their ugly nose,

They will eagerly try to drag me down,

They will eagerly add pressure in my life,

They will eagerly stomp over me,

They will eagerly curb my enthusiasm,

They will eagerly confuse my thoughts,

They will eagerly stab me at back,

They will eagerly spoil my plans,

They will eagerly jinx my work,

They will eagerly pray for my bad,

They will eagerly want me surrendering,

They will eagerly want me to sweat,

They will eagerly wipe the smile off of my face,

They will eagerly hunt me down,

They will eagerly hurt me for pleasure,

And, I will eagerly deny them their eagerness!!

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Today’s people are like an iceberg. Only 1/9th of their character is shown which wants to help people during troubles and the rest 8/9th is hidden and eagerly waiting to know our troubles and see us suffer!!