The plant For-Soaked
The roots of the crown Are now rising above the ground The stalks of the creed Are now lessening beneath the heeds The fruits of the sorrow Are now soaring over …
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, …
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 …
The roots of the crown Are now rising above the ground The stalks of the creed Are now lessening beneath the heeds The fruits of the sorrow Are now soaring over …
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 …
The roots of the crown Are now rising above the ground The stalks of the creed Are now lessening beneath the heeds The fruits of the sorrow Are now soaring over …
The roots of the crown
Are now rising above the ground
The stalks of the creed
Are now lessening beneath the heeds
The fruits of the sorrow
Are now soaring over the barrow
The leaves of the needs
Are now fluttering over the streets
The grown foliation of schist sanity
Are now alienating the gneisses humanity
The soil of fecund personalities
Are now barring the prolific individuality
The droplets of pious deeds
Are now decaying all the righteous seeds
The brains of the boggling ichor
Are now thinking about to conquer
So what do we do now, bring some petrichor to our veins now,
Coz the purity of breath is stupored
So smell it with every sniff of haze now.
Or keep life on the strike, so can bring the feeds to our reach now.
Or live it alike to the craze,
So we can talk over the road now.
Or give it always a break,
So everything can fix now.
Or think before the coming spring
Coz everything is gonna scatter now
Just stop irrigating it
Coz it’s just a poisonous sap
Growing a plant of demoniacal reflections
Can never be a valuable hash.
Maybe the summers bring shine to it
Or may get screwed by the praised
Maybe the winters keep it fade
Or may get even flaccid and vague
So break
The chain of recycling the needy
Is just playing a part of a greedy
You may not say it freely
But the truth is really creepy
It’s not the world that makes you blind
It’s just your eyes that are sleepy.
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 …
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 appreciated my handmade crafts,
You have never helped me with school projects
You never liked my cooked dishes,
You have never taken me out to grab some junk tidbits
You have never taken me seriously when I talked to you!
You have never gifted me anything either neither on birthdays nor when tying Rakhi to you.
You have never looked to me when I am stressed,
You have never conversed with me when I am depressed.
You have never been polite to me
You have never been easy on things approaching me…
You never even try to know my secrets,
You never try to assist me in my periods
You have never shown your presence in my events,
You have never picked me when my school gets over.
You have never said something which is proper.
You have never liked my IG post,
You didn’t even follow back,
You never seem curious about my social life,
You don’t even care to know who is the Love of my Life,
You don’t even stalk my suspicions,
You don’t even complain about my wrongs,
You don’t even miss me ever,
You don’t even respond to my tremors
I literally cry,
when you just don’t answer back your sweet and cute sister
Enough now, it’s over between us,
I told my Mumma,
I won’t talk to you ever
Just stay wherever you are
And don’t have to come back
bloody clever!
But I won’t spare God,
For taking you this earlier
At least You can ask him to make some special arrangements, So we can meet quietly and you can provide your regular attention.
I m tired of praying to him
to allow you back to me,
I have so many complaints from you, but you don’t even listen to any.
Bhaiya,
Do you know how it feels
to wake up and you not being aside
The tears have lost their control
And always fill my eyes whenever a rakhi is tied.
I m fed up with putting rakhi at your picture with a gulab jamun
Please tell God, that
My SISTER misses me so much that she even ask to air-lift her to heaven.
So she can tie rakhi and put that gulab jamun in my mouth.
Bhaiya Plz ask God will he help me if i shout.Or will it be okay crying out loud
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Versvales I m 6 they removed my pants Told me to roam naked, With full of embarrassment Everyone was inside, couldn’t shout enough louder to their ears, for help They started …
I m 6 they removed my pants
Told me to roam naked, With full of embarrassment
Everyone was inside, couldn’t shout
enough louder to their ears, for help
They started throwing water with small stones which strike below hard and then some ground dust with dry grass to make look it brown and stingy.
I am scared, they were 6 and their laughing faces fear me enough to groan for my pants.
I kept trying, running around stretching my t-shirt from the bottom end to hide my dirt and the nakedness. However, I failed, and cry harder thinking they would stop. They were old enough to understand what I was going through but still,
They made me sat down cross legs, the very first time the grass felt like cactus which was painful enough to traumatize my eternal. On the other hand, now I could hide it, my nakedness from them
But they were not in a mood. They caught my leg pull it towards them. They picked a rotten dry brown enfeebled stick usually fallen on the grass from trees above.
which was hard enough to pinch.
They started stabbing my bumps, with that thank God not inside, but one by one they continued till that bleed. I shouted and threatened them to stop else I’ll call my dad.
This was the wrongest statement I made that time. They started pinching the front part then. I was helpless and suddenly heard the steps of an elder approaching. They ran away left me lying in pain over that grass which was irritating me and burning my sensations of the abdomen part. I picked up my pant went inside took a bath without telling anyone maybe fear stopped me or the condition they made of me coz I was a boy and none Expects that condition from a boy. I was dead then. Yes at 6.
But I waited.
Waited to grow up.
To make them realise what they did.
Cause from that day I grew up as arrogant. I missed being polite to anyone.
I become a fighter, a giant and hard one.
I hate and hit harder if anyone touches me even for love and for someone who dabs my back with pride, even my parents’ touch was a question to me.
I grew up and then karma put them there
Where I was at 6, lying on the grass with naked pants.
Now I am 15,
those 6 are together again, and their laughing faces again took me to that day.
The agony which made me scream that day was to be given back.
I closed the gates of my home, called everyone from inside by shouting louder enough to reach their ears, They were sure to be beaten up, but my debonair was different. Everyone gathered in the garden, I removed my pants, with tears falling down with every word coming out of my mouth. I showed them the scars the way they made my down part dirty and how they pained me till I bleed back and front. I screamed on and on and on not on those 6 but on my 4. Why they couldn’t hear my scream that day. Why they never asked about the bath I took that day out of my routine at 6 in the evening. Why I hate and shout at their touch when they were showing care and love in against. Why and why and why .?….
Why they never noticed my arrogance at the age of 6 and termed it as a hormonal change so early. Why they never felt the communication gap. I want to ask them why I didn’t feel comfortable sharing my problems with them. Why they never asked me the reason when the principal phoned them to pick me up from the school coz I was engaged in a fight.. why I fight every time. Why I killed myself at the age where everyone just started a new life. Why? Why I could not thrash their laughing faces now when I m capable of it.??
I hate myself. Not
My family…
Not those 6,
But for myself…
Coz, I was the guy,
And according to the society we grew in where Only girls are meant to be noticed, they are the only one who gets tortures not guys. So I hate myself to be a boy and bless myself not to be a girl cause they are expected to go through these which is more painful.
And yup
its a poem🖤
Pic Credit – Pinterest ” I love walking alone on the roadsAt the midnight hoursSmoking cigarettes in a chainUnder the sky to keep me awakeI m a jolly personI’m …
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” I love
walking alone on the roads
At the midnight hours
Smoking cigarettes in a chain
Under the sky to keep me awake
I m a jolly person
I’m happy by mood
Beneath this darkest shed,
Till the shines of the moon
Seeking humming of the transformer
Watching fluctuation of the bulbs
Admiring twinkle of the stars
Feeling the wave in the leaves
Watching shaking of the trees
I try to myself, to be forget
And let there be silence
Peace and no regrets
I am an introvert
Who loves to extrovert sometimes
And this relation with myself is getting a kick
I hope I’ll be the man of this year.
And I am sorry to nature as well
This is my first spoken word
So do ignore me if sounds like hell
I can understand this skill required excellence,
And this excellence has made a small palace in my head.
The mankind of this year,
who are alive much to hear
It’s good to be an introvert
and its ok to be an extroverts’ dear.
Yes I was in love once upon a time
and went to the height of this crime
I liked many, and only loved her
Still trying to forget my only fear
This childhood love has lost its path
It turned me to the disaster
And bring this story to the last.
And it seems its going on so fast
Everyday in my heart is like a serial blast.
Yes I was in love once upon a time
And Yes
I’m not anymore.
Now I’m in problem
I never accept the reality of being depressed…
I don’t even know whether I’m suffering or is it just
sequence of sadness coming over and over again
Please help me someone, who catches me for the way I m.
.I’m crying inside and I don’t know what’s happening within…
I want to throw my tears out but I eventually fail…
And keep crying inside.
.Since four long years going through this immensely.
I have been killing myself…slaying my dreams…and fucking
my versatility
Now nothing seems left,
As if I’m about to commit something serious
And wanna be a real dead.
The time might change,
but gaining pain would remain the same.
Then the new version of me will be released
It may be fake indeed,
but the real old one is dead and
Now there are no more ores left,
to make myself extract.
The journey isn’t at end
I seek some peace
This result, is mystery
And can never be foreseen.
I doubt,
There is more to be concatenate,
The stack might got full,
still there are methods to be operate
But there are links
Which are void,
Forces me to drug and steroid
Swells me up, like nerves
When get choked,.
Working out, to
faint forever
The relation between
the mind and conscience is over.
I tried coming back
to life,
But then I realize
it’s too late to be socialize.
I again took a needle and popped
it in my vein,
then snorted some lines
and went back to the pain.
I must say
I have fallen in love again
this time it’s my pain
and not you again.