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My friends,
It feels good to have my own blog.....there are things which are close to my heart and things which have affected me one way or the other.....my thoughts,my desires,my aspirations,my fears my gods and my demons---you will find all of them here....I invite you to go through them and get a glimpse of my innermost feelings....................

Friday, January 25, 2013

TORTURED

Lecherous stares.
Lewd comments.
The verbal onslaught,
kept coming.
Battering our souls.
Ripping the insides apart.
I knew I had to fight.
Knew I had to save her.
Body blows.
Bruised.
Battered.
Bleeding.
The spirit was uninjured.
"Get up and fight,"
mind kept saying.
["Awake,arise, or be forever fallen."]
Her screams were like molten lava,
burning me through and through.
They were tearing into her,
as hyenas cut through the flesh
of a hapless animal.
Rendered unconscious,
the soul continued to writhe in pain,
with her pain.
Lying naked on the road,
I was enveloped in the warmth of my courage.
People passed by,
exposing their callousness.
They were dead,
dead as bats.
Unfeeling, uncaring machines,
breathing in the fumes of their own feces.
Dead city of dead people.

Her cries haunt me,
my soul bleeds.
Ah! Helplessness.
I could not save YOU.
But, the fire continues to burn in my heart.
Voice of your screams,
will not go unheard.
I will go on.
Battle will be won.
I am with YOU.

(January 25, 2013 at 1.57 A.M.)

Thursday, January 24, 2013

Ripped Apart


It is ripping me apart.
A metal hand goes inside,
clutches at the heart,
twists it till it cannot beat.
 The pain is excruciating.
Wait.
 I can't breathe.
The air around is full of stench of their bodies.
Their groping hands,
tongues lolling like dogs,
the devilish look of their eyes.
Everything is violating me,
my body, my soul.
Anyone around??
Can you not hear my screams??
I am YOU, do YOU not know???
Do my screams not curdle your blood?
Oh, now I understand.
The music is too loud.
YOU cannot hear me.
Reveling and gloating, 
YOU are too full of your own life.
Where is the space for as me in your life?
YOU have it all.
I am the battered one.
Fighting on my own.
Why do YOU hang your head in shame now?
 I fought my battle.
 I did not lose.
YOU never fought for me.
They were scum.
YOU are no better.
Yet I wish YOU well.
I fought.
YOU fight YOUR battle and win.  
(January 24, 2013 at 1.26 A.M.)