......victims' words !!!

All quite as it was dark ,

 Still ; though , I carried my spark

Praising life to be safe and sound ,

and no threat to afflict around ;

Feeling it was all my home ,

Going back , when done roam !

But I forgot that i am an eve ,

that no adam is ever gonna leave ;

                                                                 

                                                                           

                                                                       Being all human they camouflaged

Soon they killed my entourage !

And then one by one.....

They felt my enamor ;

They smelt my flavor ;

They snatched my skin ;

They beat me with tin ;

They licked my waist ;

My flesh they taste ;

They bruise my bod ;

I groan ; oh god ;

They did all specifics ;

Leaving none for me to choose ;

Their deeds were malefic ;

Hearing none of my truce ;

Threw me when satiate ,

With blood touching the rafters ;

A life to hate and never mate ,

Was left all after !

Still a beat was left , so meek ,

asking me to live ;

And left was a breath so bleak ,

raging to fight , not forgive .

Next when used my sights ,

I faint , in pain and plight !

To see such biased jurisdiction ;

Where mercy for sinners....

And punishment is a work of fiction !

so I slept again ,

to live a peaceful life after this rebirth ;

As this place is heaven not earth.

SINUSOIDAL second

Gone, with the winds, was my freshyear

Yet distinguished was life ahead….. oh dear!

With once doubling up the laugh and cheer;

And very next…… mere tear!!!

Deciphering my thoughts….

I rose

In search of a plain, found a plateau

In search of a place, got a chateau

In search of a hand, found a heart

In search of an end, got a start

In search of help, found a soul

In search of self, got a whole

I fall

Wounds were the memories from past

Injury was the deserted seclusion

Wounds were the untrusted days

Injury was the mate of fallacy

Wounds were the lack of interests

And….injury was a changing priority!

I rose

Again taking that curve on my face had great voyage

Companions to entourage and no one to sabotage

Lands of love dance fruits and chance…. became my destination

And victory knowledge and experiences, were a matter of fascination

I fall

Backing to the darker self I lost a part

Trying to adhere myself I got apart

To perpetuate one relation I screwed other

To stop being nudged I made them all bother

And finally…. I rose

I worked, I didn’t; on whole a tint;

I yelled, I spoke; all clear no choke;

I game, I tame; one name on fame;

I portrayed, I staged ; all real not camouflaged;

I met, I friendzone; all booked never alone;

I roamed, I moved; then helped I improved;

I shone, I showcase; all glamour new phase;

I learned, I solved; relieved resolved;

I partied, I celebrate; then captured and ADUMBRATE;

So…. I rose, I fall; not clear all colloidal ;

This made my second a sinusoidal  !!!!

VRIKSH......

In deep dark woods….there hid a seed ,

By some air , water or any other living breed ;

She was thirsty ….so she drank all her might ,

Then of hunger , she grew in search of light ;

And  she  came out of her bed….

Still in the same woods she stayed ;

In her young days….

She was quite…

Standing on earth , nimble and light ;

She was fragile…

Letting anyone to tear her for a while ;

She was obidient…

Always listening of winds …so salient ;

She was serene…

Yet finding things deep…so keen ;

At the same time….

She was articulate…

Witnessing many voices in conjugate ;

She was tough…

Withstanding gales without ‘sneeze or cough’ ;

She was stubborn…

Always erect with her friends and fern ;

She was loud…

With her exact place in the crowd ;

All this made her different…..!

Then she entered

Some  of the most imortant days of her life……

When she became a mother….

Yet many things to bother ;

Giving birth to infant seed ,

Giving shelter to those in need ,

Sometimes growing some unwanted weed ,

Making food for her loved ones to feed ,

Generating enough for someones’ greed ,

And all being count in her generous deed…!

Days passed……

…….and she surpassed !

With all her loved ones embraced….

She grown with a  womanly grace…!

Her life so dramatic , With attire so chromatic,

Colors at its fullest , From crown to breast ,

Fragrance so ample , Stolen to decorate a temple ,

And resources of tonnes , Can preserve any existance ,

But this beautiful life was shortlived …

As some greedy eyes fell on it….

They didn’t saw her selfless helps….but saw the space she occupy…

So daggered her and made her cry;

Her loved ones groaned….and saw her fall ,

But the butchers were the mightiest of all ;

They killed her , and all her desires…..

They made her pieces and found petty buyers ;

 She served others for all her turn….

And after death…still helping others to learn….

She just regret that ,

She couldn’t made her body….burn !