A bad soul is always get, Trapped in its own bad apple, Each morning a shock to return, To the cut soul.
Well Roses are dead, Woefully, the Violets are dead too, A day will come for sure when, Even the dead will tell stories too.
We make our own monsters, Then fear them for what they, Show us about ourselves.
Epinephrine circulating my bloodstream, Like my heart will burst up pumping, Increased breathing, throat parched, Abruptly, wetting up my lingerie.
I pinched myself thinking of a nightmare, The entire heaven covered with gore, That cold ain’t a weather, but the Death nudging me; my father added.
“iiffffff you loveeee themmm…. They’ll loveee you toooo… The wayyyyyy you seeee themmm, The wayyyyy they seeeee youuuu!!!!!
I perceived one’s humming around, It’s a high pitched soprano voice, Possibly, a female voice singing, Melodies of the twilight.
I glanced back, felt a gust of breeze, The 3 enduring graves were sealed too. Vilely, the graves singing the melody, Gore oozing from those 2 untold graves.
Clouds roaring, drizzling then started, I opt to unveil the secret for then, My breasts completely drenched in rain, I decided to shovel up the sepulchers.
I find eye balls after shoveling the first, Green melanin in its iris, tinged with gore, Spheroid in shape, all loosing hope, Red veins making a lattice around it.
I wondered a piece of fabric in second, Same as my father scrubbing his face with, Tinged with blood, Mitera teal blue in color, Very likely of a lady, young in age.
I then found a scrap of ephemera in third, Titled as “Botchling to Luberkin”. Undersign as Chloe. Those scrap stifles, Figures about turning botchling to luberkin.
Petrified, shoveled a skeleton in fourth, Of a lady, Dressed like a newly-wed, Tiring shiny anklets, long earrings, Bloody red bangles tinged with blood.
Discovered a scrap of meat in fifth, Misfortune in the sixth, may be the Botchling rose at the ephemera, I perceived at the third sepulcher.
“Dear lord!!!! The lord of air & water, The lord of birth & death!!!!! I request you To give this botchling, a chance of survival”… I prayed; acc. to the words in ephemera…
Stunningly, ray of hope materialize, A bright light shines into my vision, A soul of a newborn luberkin transpire from, The grave & enjoins me to go after her.
Our voyage, then keeps sliding like a curve, I then arrived at an old premise, old tacky, Covered with lattice, woods turned black, I then saw an outline in the outskirts there.
I felt gust of warm breeze desperate to whisper, I’m Chloe; this luberkin could be my child, If she’s alive; the outline added gently. I was one, killing people eyes with vengeance.
I petrify; though asked why? She replied, I use to dance for sake of some money, An orphan, but definitely not a whore!!! Men went crazy about my body & dance.
People, always stare at me lustfully, Your dad use to visit me daily, We both fell for each other in love, I was going to be a mother soon.
Once twilight; few started teasing me, Fully drunk, it was the janitor & the guru, Started showing their colors, violating me, I cried; wept for aid, I screamed!!!!! A lady saw me; instead of helping, ran away.
Your dad then dropped in; love of my life, But fate had turned the tables upside down, Instead of helping; they all raped & ended my life.
They burnt my premise; Killed my innocent child; From this, I decided to rip off The eyes of everyone whose Responsible for my this state.
“The way you seek this world, The same way this world seek you”… - By Raj Kashyap
India, the land of diversity, India, The land of spices, Where the cows are sacred, And the royal Bengal tiger is the Ideogram of bravery & strength.
India, the land of the Taj Mahal, A symbol of love and serene. India, the land of languages, This helps us in making, Relationships more stronger.
India, the land of festivals, The kumbh Mela is visible from space. India, the land of religions, This helps in creating ethical, Framework/adding values to one’s life.
India, the land of natural herbs, The inventor of Ayurveda & Yoga. India, the land of statue of unity, The tallest statue in the world.
India, the land of the chess, The inventor of “Snakes & Ladder” game. India, the land of the Kohinoor, The first country to mine diamonds.
India, the inventor of number system, Aryabhata gave the world, the digit 0. India, the land of the education, Takshashila, world’s first university.
India, the land of medical facilities, Cataract surgery was first done in India. Indians were pioneers in plastic surgery too. India, the land of civilizations, The oldest ancient “Indus valley” civilization.
India, the best wonderers of space, Thus reached mars in its first attempt. India, the biggest land of democracy. India, the birth place of sugar.
India, the land of post offices, It is home to a floating post office too. India, the wettest inhabited place of world, India, the powerhouse of railways.
India, the land of vegetarians, The world’s largest producer of milk. “A nation’s culture resides in the hearts, And in the soul of its people”.
Dear lady, you aren’t a whore, But the proud of your parents. Dear lady, wear clothes of your choice, Well you’re grown up, one mentality isn’t.
Dear lady, periods aren’t your weakness, As fortune always favors the brave. Dear lady, if you’re out with a guy, Doesn’t makes you characterless, Draupadi & lord Krishna, are too friends.
Dear lady, 25 isn’t an ideal martial age, As life doesn’t gave a second chance to none, Dear lady, you aren’t a burden or liability, But a pretty gift of responsibility.
Dear lady, don’t be kind & nice to everyone, If its dawn, doesn’t mean you to seek home. Dear lady, you’re efficient of traveling alone, Moving alone doesn’t make you an open vault.
Dear lady, you’ll be criticized for your body too, But your body makes you unique & beautiful too. Dear lady, it’s ok if your bra strap is visible, It’s not a state secret, but a fine piece of clothing.
Dear lady, be aware of that unwanted touch, B/c an evil eye is staring & stalking you too. Dear lady, you are an angelic pure soul, Keep working hard, as time waits for none.
A cursed soul never leaves us, Until and unless they get under our Skin & makes us feel hopeless.
Every action & in-action has its, Consequences, some good and some bad, Our destiny and our deeds decides, Are there, tears of joy or sorrow?
Today, the Heaven is dark, The trees are sad and downcast, All the butterflies have broken wings.
First the janitor, then the ladies, Now the guru, then who’s next? The entire heaven pervaded with gore. Deadly screams of victims lingering in.
None of us went to the clique, Barley drying up in the fields, Restricting tame ones from pasturing, Cursing up the entire heaven.
Poverty and hunger engulfed the hamlet, Each thirsty for one another’s gore, Aphids start withering the crops, Only having depressing tears to drink.
A village council will clasp today, To throw a shaft of light on the issue. I, too went there with my father.
It was a far-reaching colossus banyan tree, The panch perching on the fourth of tree, We, the ordinary people were ordered, To sit on the mezzanine floor unshod, Howbeit, it was a 5 member committee.
First of all, the janitor was probed, 2 people assisted & made him perch. He had a captive white bandage, On his eyes, having traces of blood on it.
He then utter his fear of words, That twilight, I saw a newly -wed, And an 8-year- old, weeping for help, Abruptly, a gust of warm breeze blown, Killing up my eyes in vengeance.
Then the guru is cross-examined, He too was in deep shock & pain, Two people bring him on a berth, Having eyes filled with ichor; Regret & his Eyeballs missing…
I heard an anomaly idea of anklets, Then I found a penumbra in the outskirts, The lady appealed me for help; I agreed, Abruptly, killing up my eyes in vengeance.
The entire council started hustling & bustling, Some says, these are goons, wanting loot, Some says, these are neighbors wanting coup, Some says, these are critters hungry for blood.
Some says, an assembly of ladies seeking shelter, Abruptly, a lady from the cluster yelled, “A lady won’t rape another lady for gold”. My father, too jest and said merrily, “There’s a soul, a lonely soul, taking revenge”.
Suddenly, we all felt a gust of warm breeze, Desperate to whisper, leaves started revolting, The heaven become dark, dust forming an outline, All of a sudden, everything went serene.
None will leave his premises after EENT, A janitor is specified for each premise, Windows, doors closed; fire beacon, Is ought to, the council added.
Now, the calm of the day ended well, The moon hiding itself in soupy sheet of fog, Like the black cat lurking in the grass, Where the buttery winds keeps the air alive.
That night my father was janitoring the house, Me dozing peacefully without any fear inside, Abruptly, all fire beacons of my chamber went out, Suddenly, I heard a scream weeping for help, It’s indeed!!! Was my father asking for help?
There’s an anomaly knock on my door, Desperate to whisper something in my lughole, I felt a gust of warm breeze, haunting me…
I got terrified and glanced back, Suddenly when I opened the door, I saw……
"Our Intentions, Our Reality" Chapter 2- " Protect Your Spirit From Defile "
It was a jovial daylight, after an inky twilight, The early risers chirping, singing melodies of desire, The heaven painted in hue of orange & blue, Dewdrops over green grass, all signifying a new inning.
It's almost 40 degree, giving tranquility to a serene mind, Where the buttery cloud and Balmy wind keeps the air alive. Children merrily going to school, having passion in eyes, Goats bleating boomingly, the dairyman serving milk, Perhaps, the horror of that twilight ended well.
Abruptly, a sound of hustle & bustle knocked my lughole, Me with my begetter runs hurriedly towards the throng, Briskly & very quickly, more swiftly than usual, I was blown away by the incident, which I saw there.
I saw a cadaver there, ruthlessly raped and liquidated, Having no piece of fabric, on her entire figure, Her peeper still imploring for mercy, all gone in vain, Though, cremated her according to the customs.
It wasn’t the initial instance, everyone hoping for the last, These dirty deeds reached to its pinnacle just a while ago, Everyone was in misery and a source of distress, All of a sudden, we all perceive an anomaly shriek.
“ooouuchhhhh!!!!!, helpppp!!!! For God’s sake, leave me alooneeee…. Maahhhhhh Eyeesssss!!!!!
We all rushed towards the torment scream, Dealing with pain and terribly crying, The blood impossible to avoid, Killing up his eyes with full vengeance.
It’s him, the well renowned guru of village, Almost fainted, begging for help, eyeballs missing, Anomaly, the cadaver belonging to his hermitage, All the mislaid belongs to her hermitage only.
He then speaks his fear out of words, “We all are ghosts of yesterday, and The phantom of tomorrow awaits us, Alike in sunshine or shadow simply, Perceived at times, never entirely lost.”
It was a dusky terror spooky twilight, Mist and fog covered up the heaven, The mourning silence keeps haunting, Dry leaves repeatedly caroling dead melodies.
I was totally tipsy, devouring narghile, Rustling up fish curry with green pepper sauce, All of a sudden, I felt a gust of warm breeze, Desperate to whisper something in my lughole.
The night was turning into a nightmare, The owl actually caroling songs of mine fortune, Dry leaves and grass starts rustling with each other, Cows of my heritage start booming with fear.
All of a sudden, everything went serene, Like the idea of anklet bells desperate to mutter, Anomaly, I saw a figure in the outskirts, The pounding of her body was stirring me.
She was a lady having lustrous hairs till her waist, Her desirable nose pin, those alluring long earrings, To her bluish-black eyes as deep as a beautiful sky, Her Golden necklace touching up her round breasts, Repeatedly, knocking my inner lust again & again.
Abruptly, I observed a strange hustle in bushes behind, I panicked while full of terror, I glanced back, A strange figure starts galloping towards the lady, Screaming “Mumma!!! Mumma!!! Mumma!!!”.
It was an 8-year-old girl & offspring of the lady, The lady then appealed me to exceed the, Entire night in my hermitage in a sense, Of to be sheltered from the glacial heaven.
Me, who even not in my senses, Agreed!!!! Then our voyage keeps sliding like a curve, The idea of anklet bells keeps trailing my desires, The lady then started feeding the girl kindly.
Any eye is an evil eye, That looks in on to a mood apart.
I forget the way to heritage, As I was a bit tipsy & drunk, When I glanced back, anomaly No one was there, except dry leaves.
Before, I could utter anything, Dark clouds of my fate roared loudly, Unknowingly, a gust of warm breeze blown, Killing up my eyes with vengeance, Filling up my eyes with red water.
It was a Dark Stormy twilight, The luminous moon casting long, Shadows on the ground. The owl sitting outside in a Comfortable swing, singing Melodies of the night.
The calm of the day ended well, Shadows of the trees screaming loud, The white sheet of fog resembling, Like the black cat lurking in the grass, A symbol of Serene.
“oohhhhhh!!!! , oooucchhhhh!!! Heeelppppp!! , For God sake!!! Leave me alone !!!! Someone please help meeeee!!!!” Maaahhhh Eyeeesss!!!
Dad!!! , Listen Dad!!!! Someone is screaming badly!! Dad, wake up , come on !!!!
We both ran outside, with the people, Of the village briskly and very quickly, More quickly than usual.
Its him, the Janitor of our realm, Trembling in fear & crying, The blood impossible to avoid, Killing his eyes with full vengeance.
He, then spoke with the fear of words, “Well, Monsters are real, Ghosts are real too, They live inside us and sometimes, They definitely win”..
While janitoring the streets last twilight, Suddenly, I felt a gust of warm breeze, Desperate to whisper something in my lughole, The gust of warm breeze keeps trailing me.
I started walking in terror and a bit louder, As if my heart would burst up beating, Dust and leaves begin to rebel strongly, The fog and mist started covering up the heaven.
Abruptly, everything went quiet & serene, The glass of my beacon just sizzles, I heard an innocent cry, asking for help, I got terrified & sweaty from head to toe.
I panicked, while full of terror, I glanced back, An 8-year-old girl was shedding tears for help, Her clothes were ripped up, side lips shred up. Having messy hairs tinged with blood, Anomaly, having tooth bite marks all over her body.
She wept for aid, perpetually again & again, I got frightened, after the scary glimpse of her, But from her high-pitched soprano voice, As “deep as ocean”, I assumed that surely, She belongs to a well-endowed family.
Though, Greed is evil, so as the intent of a person, In avarice of gold, I agreed to help her out. I took her on my lap, felt like lifting up air, She directed me the way home swiftly.
It was too glacial, she started quivering frequently. “I’ve never noticed you here before”, I asked, “I got split up from my mother”, she quarreled, Then our voyage keeps sliding like a curve.
I again feel the gust of warm wind, yet again, Desperate to say something in my lughole, The gust of warm breeze keeps hunting me again, In a flash, all is serene as a beautiful first light.
I find a outline in the mist, perpetually gazing at me, From the beautiful bun of her hair, to her pink lips, To the mascara of her fishy eyes, to her rosy cheeks, From her narrow waist, to her tiny long nose. Giving a shout to my inner lust badly & constantly.
A lady is standing dressed perfectly like a bride, Fully weighted with gold, covering her breasts, The girls get off my lap, galloping towards lady, Screaming “mumma!!! , mumma !!! , mumma !!”.
The newly-wed, verily was, The mother of the girl, Before, I could utter anything, Dark clouds of my fate roared loudly.
Unknowingly, a gust of warm wind-blown, Killing up my eyes with vengeance, Filling my eyes with red water, All I can see is only my, dark misfortune.