Rape

The Rhythm of vibrating bones

The crimson liquid running amok

And all humanity lost.

She screamed 

She struggled 

She tried fighting him off 

The lusty monster sneers

Tightening his hold 

Kicking her in the guts

He crawled away at last. 

She whimpered

Her screams died

The Peculiar silence pierced.

Night wept ,

the moon ashamed

The sky mourned

The air turned cold. 

They all witnessed the heinous crime. 

The death of Compassion in human kind. 

When fellow humans turned blind. 

She Trembled her way to home

Trapped in a real nightmare. 

A baggage

Lets pack a bag
Of all the bad things that happened.
All the people who you hated. All your guilt regret and worry
Pack it so that you can carry,
Carry it on your back
Getting heavier with each step you take.
Slouching, bending
Stoop to crawling.
Until you can’t move ahead .
Baggage is now crushing your head.
You came to halt,
Its all your fault.
You need to light the bag
Write it down,
What happened.
Flush it,
Burn it or
Tear it apart.
Let go.
Now comes the time for the ppl you hate.
Give them the benifit of being only human.
You are not responsible for their actions
So you try to forgive and forget.
Trickiest of all,
Its your call
To say its ok
To yourself.
To let go of all the guilt
And overcome every regret.
Moving on its still there
Weight of useless worries
List down
All the happy things,
Note down all the options you have,
Pen down what you can do.
And take a deep breath.
Now its time you throw away.
The empty little bag.
So that you never ever
tempt to Fill it again.

Gloomy day 

A gloomy day. I wish.

I could just drown myself in the bucket of water.

Or peel my skin off,

i don’t wana be in my skin and bones.

I can shoot a bullet in my brain

Or just somehow not be me.

Can i?

Can i stop being me.
Destroying yourself is so easy. You don’t even see it coming.

Few wrong decisions and boom!

You are in pieces.

Gather them can you?

Every little piece of yourself?

From the tiniest to the largest?

Put them together with a cellotape or glue?

Sew them with a thread?

But what can you do if the strings keep breaking?

How many times can you tie a knot?
Another glomy day

I feel its growing

The darkness inside me.

I feel myself turning

Colder and colder.

I feel my voice turning into whispers.

I feel the earth below me shaking.
Just one more day

I promise myself.

It gets better isn’t a lie.

Just one more day.

It will change i swear.

Either into bearable

Or it will cease to matter.

In both, it will get better.

Another gloomy day dies

And i survive.