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HOW A KISS FEELS

Lets begin How a Kiss really Feels! When the lips are cold and the warmth is hold, the lips falling off, on the loving role. When you feel your heat, …

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The icon of love is just a simple smiley

Forecasted for the moments Quelling through the spacing rents The symbol of lively nearness Is just a part of the void vents When you see me seeking you You show me …

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The plant For-Soaked

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My SISTER misses me so much that she even ask to air-lift her to heaven.

Bhaiya You don’t seem to be protective at all, You don’t even defend me when the cousins start mocking me, you don’t even scold my colleagues who bully me, You never …

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poetry on a piece of life comparing it with the plant as in how life have had been for soaked till date

My SISTER misses me so much that she even ask to air-lift her to heaven.

March 15, 2022

The Throttle Tale

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I am in a room of 6×6 which is literally a normal size of the bed.
I have a mat to lie upon, a pot full of water, so I can drink it with using my
hands sometimes, to vacate the air inside me and not be dead and I got a stove
which can hardly be used but for a say, it is there. I am trapped in this world
and I have no idea where they have kept me except the dimensions and the
utilities I had been provided with. Apparently, it was jail like a thing still
unknown to me and I have my reasons to be here. But before I begin the reasons
here are some facts to be known first. I am 21 and mortal. I am accused of
causing death by negligence. And most important I am not guilty and hence
framed terrifically. It’s been three days here I am totally alive on water and
now starving has crossed the limits. I think today will be the last day of my
life and I don’t think anyone here will give me anything.

I haven’t seen a face or heard a voice in the last three days and the
water which kept me alive till now is about to end. Shouting to the loudest
voice didn’t make any change and fainted me down. However, when I woke up, I
found the pot was full again with water and two eggs were kept beside the stove
and this sight gave me a life again. Without wasting much time in seeking, I
ate those eggs and drank water by turning my hands into a hollow shape. Suddenly
I heard some voices whispering and approaching me. I was sure this might be
a jail-like thing but it’s not and I am kidnapped and kept over here. I got
fainted again after eating as if they had added something to those eggs. When I
got up after some time I realized that my place was changed but the dimensions
and utilities were the same. Now I decided to escape and made a plan.

I made myself very clear, to get out I have to be very sensible
despite my weakness and pain. I have to make sure that no one should find
myself conscious while pretending to be unconscious, so I may not be drugged
again and can be aware of what they are talking about and if they change my
place again I can get some clue. But before my plan could start they covered my
face and cuffed my hands and legs, tied me to a chair but they didn’t drug me so that I may become conscious. I was confused and nervous if they found me
conscious they will hit me for sure. However, they never touched me and kept me
tied. My zest for escape was broken and I started crying. And whenever I use to
cry I always start singing my song, actually not a song but some lines in a
random rhythm composed by me that were,

“I
love walking alone on the roads. At the midnight hours. Smoking cigarettes in a
chain
Under
sky to keep me awake. I m a jolly person, I am happy by mood. Beneath this sky
Till
the shines of the moon. Seeking humming of the transformer
Watching
the fluctuations of the bulbs, I try to myself to be forgotten, And let there be
no regrets.”

As the song
finishes, they removed the cover from my face and I saw a red French, bearded
tall white man holding a gun in his hands and told me to stop singing and
crying at the same time. He also told me to relax we will release you from all
your miseries of life obviously he sounded sarcastic and I said if you
wanna kill shoot on the head so that I may die in a click but don’t keep me this
way and kill me every second. He replied again in a sarcastic way” don’t
worry you’ll be free soon”.

And then someone drugged me from behind by injection just one inch before, where shoulder starts and finally I was again
unconscious. When I woke up, I was on my bed, my cousins were sitting next to
me some were resting on the chairs and some were lying of tiredness like a dead
body just next to me, waiting for me to
open up my eyes. The youngest cousin began shouting, “He woke up” and
ran outside the room to call everyone and within a few “tick-tocks” of the watch
everyone was inside the room surrounded me and looking at me with a question mark
on their faces.

But instead, I
ask them what happen why everyone is here, have I done something wrong, and one
of my cousins said, you were lost for five days and everyone thought you were
killed by those people who accused you, of their sins. But your father said
he’ll bring you home without being touched by those people and see you are
here. I told everyone to leave me alone except my father.

I asked him,
“How’d you do that? I mean they were about to kill me. A red beard man was
having a gun and then he was about to shoot me but someone from back injected
something and when I woke up I am here, what happened actually please let me
know”

He replied,
“I wanted you home the same day but,

It took five
days for me to make this happen. It’s ok dear, I was worried but then I was
smart as well so I managed them with their own minds”. And then he
scared me after replying by calling in a raised voice with a sound of clearing
the throat, “hmmm hmmm come inside Peter”,

and that same red-bearded
fellow with that same gun attached to his belt came inside and stood in front
of me and I screamed with fear he was the one who was to shoot me. My father
consoled me and said he was my man I only, send him to bring you back home
don’t worry he loves you the same.

Peter said,
“When you were two years old I use to take you for a walk and you hold my
index finger so tightly so that you may not fall on the ground. The time passes
so fast now you are 21”.

I asked him
and my father,” but how you both brought me back what you all did, and I
was dying every second over there and they hardly gave me anything to eat and
kept me alive on the water, so please tell me what you both did”.

Peter
replied,” it was the toughest time I can understand and now you are home
free from all your accusations and fears. So now take some rest and only try to
be more, tough, in your life. How we did can’t be told the only thing I can say
is that your father made them a deal which they can’t refuse and that deal
brought you here so just relax and move on from now onwards”.

On that day,
I realized about the rage of my father and kept imagining his power and the
deals he made. And this is how my father became my godfather and I become a man
from a boy. And the deal was still unknown to me, but later on, I found that
they left this city and were sorry for their false accusations. And I and peter
are now friends after so many years and we often go for night walks and he also
trains me to use gun and defence techniques.