There's nothing more atrocious than thinking oneself being alone, than feeling oneself being less than what one is, in giving less than what one may give away.
Looks like the ‘maid servant’ industry has the most telling job in the market. With ‘begging’ as a lucrative service closely following it, the terms and conditions of this service provides a higher standard of relaxation. Monthly payments remain fixed despite unlimited number of days’ leave or deliberate absence. A month-worn fixed salary comes without stress or pain and the only prerogative is a verbal information. They come in a package. They determine the price for a set of tasks and have the ‘option’ to press the ‘control’ button. They have innumerable excuses to convince the household head and sometimes even has the man succumb to their tantrums. Uncle X, over here, happened to scold one of our ‘heroines’ for lacking a sense of responsibility. She silenced him by shouting out loud, outside, for all to hear, for misbehaving with her. Our law too is at ‘their’ mercy, ( unintentionally of course). Strange but true. We have so become vulnerable to the onslaughts of the...
In my world--------- Stars speak through haloed range of galaxies. Words whisper memories of infancy and dreams. Fantasy serenades existential calm and power. Excitement echoes surrender and serenity to purpose. Social norms, are nothing more than abracadabra. Your paints and sketches touch my imagination. Love decks curiosity in sapphire glamour---- Hues of ethereal ignorance multiplies freedom And Bliss drops like nectar in sweet ecstasy To pump feeling, the heart has never felt before.
Enwrapped in your black garment when you cast your entrance almost unnnoticingly, much like the uninvited and leave dark strains with your stride You do not seem to notice innumerable drops squeezed from eyes. huh! O' the Merciless O' the hard heartened Why do you inflict pain to the survivors? Why do you entertain their groans and screams? Why don't you listen to the very self that has made you? I chastise you Your very existence You know no time no treasure that nourish the human heart. You spoil, you decay You contrive and conspire to burn and mourn, ruin and rust! O' the agony of You! Why do you smile?? Do you have a heart or Is it to the vast vacuuum that I spill out my agony, my chastisement? How slowly you step. Kill me if you like. I know no fear I know no sorrow I know no Triumph that associates you and your being. Oh!! What??? What do I hear me say?? You look arrogant But you need to fall at my...
There's nothing more atrocious than thinking oneself being alone, than feeling oneself being less than what one is, in giving less than what one may give away.
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