Thursday, October 3, 2013

A Pity Life [Part - 01]

I Hate, I hate were the only chanting words from her painful throat. She was unable to answer to the questions of her caretakers as, why she keep uttering, I hate, I Hate? Whosoever met her, would forcefully step backwards, unable to withstand seeing her Tragic Life!

She was once a jolly happy girl. Her contagious Smile healed many hearts. Her blissful hands helped many to climb the peak, but never imagined that, one fine day she becomes the victim of the most painful days of her life. It was totally a heart failing moment for everyone who visited her. But she never said, what is her problem? and whom or what does she hate?

By now, it was already 6 Months! No Relief, No Solutions expressed her Dear Ones. They took her to many Doctors, Nothing changed or Improved. Her looks scared many. Black scars, haphazardly grown hair, patches on her face, her long time worn dress were designed by mice, as if mice are filling their tummies by cutting her dress ; Her visible nerves, visible blood flow in her veins, blue cracked lips.......Everyone would just pity and pray for her better life. 
She neither combed her hair nor allowed anyone to comb for her. Her long silky hair was now a gigantic rough hair. Everybody failed to handle her. Her place was totally unhygienic. Her jug of water, looked like a bottle of chemical. Her spectacles were broken into multiple dimensions beyond any visibility. I wondered looking at all this & I truly felt to help her in some way or the other! But, still I didn't had any idea or information who this girl is & reason of her self being in such a pity condition...........

To Be Continued......... 

Saturday, September 21, 2013

Hate None!

Everybody likes my flavor
But, I Couldn't withstand myself
When My flavor witnesses
Death, A Painful end to an Innocent Life!

These lines just flashed as sugarcane juice was flowing inside my throat. Then, He Said.....

I have just two ends
I loose my sight
When, I'm dipped 
In those flavors of Ginger/Lemon
Nobody is bothered about me
But, I Do care for people's throat. 

I'm never an hindrance 
To someone's throat
I hate None; I love None
But, I Do care for people's throat. 

As People Sip, 
They Enjoy The Flavor
Their Sharp Teeth Hurt Me
Still, I'm never an Hindrance
As, I Do care for People's Throat. 

I wish to crawl out
To protect myself from being hurt
I loose my voice when I'm dipped
In those flavors which suffocates Me
But, I Do Care for People's Throat
As They Love The Flavor flowing down their Throat.

Once, They Drink
They Crush Me To Death
Where is the humanity? 
To At least Thank for helping them
In enjoying Flavors of Ginger/Lemon.
But, I Don't expect, As I Do care for People.

That's the life of the straw! 

PS :- Dear Bloggers, Thanks A Lot For All Your Cherishable Compliments & Wishes For The Previous Post, Insecurity.

Tuesday, May 21, 2013


Weird Footsteps....
Scary Noises
She Heard, 
Foul Play, She Felt....

Raised An Alarm,
Alerted Me And,
Within Seconds.....

Her Eyeballs Hanged Out
To Wake Her Up from The 
Dreadful Dream. 

Thursday, May 16, 2013


Round, Round & Round
I Swirled & Danced 
To The Tune of  My Entangled Heart.

Tuesday, May 14, 2013

Come What May..........

I Was Grabbed, Held Captive, Pierced, Killed And Thrown Somewhere Down The Forest Hills. I Suddenly Realized  My Self-Being On The Land of This Cruel World. I Never Wished To Step My Feet Beyond The  Planet Earth. 

When Something Fell 
On My Cracked Lips, 
I Failed To Identify It.

When Something Forcibly 
Pierced My Eyes I Couldn't 
Withstand Myself.

When Something Crawled
Inside My Nostrils, 
I Was Totally Being 
Forced To Sneeze.

When Some Rope 
Forcibly Pulled My Ears
I Felt Someone
Is Hiding My Body
Under The Mud. 

The Moment My Finger Tips 
Felt The Touch of The Mud, 
The Moment My Nostrils
Grabbed The Blissful Smell of The Mud. 
The Moment My Mouth Swallowed 
Some Particles of Mud, 
The Moment My Ears Heard 
The Sound of The Crane,

I Realised, "Come What May", Someone Is Trying To Save Me Even At Pitch Dark. Those Torch Lights Were Piercing My Eyes, Some Dust Had Entered My Nostrils, For Which I Was Forced To Sneeze To Clear My Passage. So As To Atleast Pull The Air Inside To Breathe, To Keep Myself Alive, As Air Was The Only Food, With Which I Had To Sustain Myself. One of The Stem of The Baby Plant Had Grabbed & Tied Itself To My Ears For Its Support, As It Didn't Wanted To Be Grabbed Out of The Lap of Mother Earth. Thanks To Mother Earth For Giving Me A New Life. Some One Spotted My Body & I Was Finally Saved To Always Be Intact With Mother Earth!  

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