You’re the dream when I close my eyes,

You’re the sight I always crave to see.

You’re the path which I love to travel,

You’re the one with whom I want to be.


You’re my shade under the scorching sun,

You’re my warmth in a cold damp night.

You’re my first drop of rain when thirsty,

It’s your radiance that my life is so bright.


You’re my only ray of hope in despair,

You’re my shield when I am in danger.

You’re my rest when I am weary,

In my vain life, you’re His messenger.


You’re the smile when I am sad,

You’re the relief when I am in pain.

You’re the force that keeps me going,

In failure, you motivate me to try again.


This life of mine is a gift of yours,

Made beautiful with your adore and care.

Hold my hand till the sun goes dark,

As I take the holy vow to be yours forever.




Rebellious You

It’s there inside us, waiting to appear;

Crushed, hidden, pressurized,

At times overlooked, unrealized.


Some sparks are all that it require,

To come to light,

People roar and bite.


The motherland weeps bloody tear,

Social or political anarchy,

Protest is the only key.


Some mental trauma or fear,

Family abuse or trouble

Hopes burst in bubble.


When the walls hit your rear,

The rebel inside,

Opens its eyes wide.


Never put off in you the fire,

Be distinct in crowd,

It’ll make you proud.


Death of Innocence

He had just scored the winning goal. Ok, he was not a big star neither was it a big match. He was only a small kid who had scored the winning goal in the locality derby. His friends carried him on their shoulders for the victory lap. Just beside the field was a thorny bush which was the pee-room for the players. Their he found a round object which resembled a football. He knew the locality was filled with notorious criminals but the urge and passion to kick the ball at that moment was overwhelming. One kick and boom!!!!!

That was his last kick of the football ever.


She was raised in the midst of filth but her mother made sure that filth never touched her. Although she was born and brought up in a brothel, she made sure that she got proper education and upbringing. She had dreams to grow up and become a doctor and free her mother from this dirt and her shackles. But she was not keeping well and breathed her last on the day of her result of the 5th standard. The brothel, that day, was filled with the cries and sadness of all except that girl.

Next day people heard the screams of a young girl.

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His father was a daily wage earner. Their dingy hut was just near the borders. Besides him, the other members of his family were his ailing mother and starvation. But they were content. One day, his father, working as a helper to a mason, fell down and was about to kiss goodbye to this world. Money was needed to save him, well that’s what the doctors said. He asked for help from the local politician and he readily agreed. All he had to do was to cross the border to and fro with a packet.

His father lived but his childhood died that day.



They repeatedly warned their father not to go against the local politician’s strongman. But the ideals of honesty, with which he grew up and instilled them in his children did not allow him to turn a blind eye towards that raped girl. He wanted to give her justice and lodged a complaint in the local police station against the tyrant. The next thing they found was the blood soaked dead body of their father thrown near their house from the running car. The seeds of revenge were planted in the pure minds.

20 years later that oppressor met his fate. The people who did so kept two thumb impressions for police to find them out.




I vividly remember my junior school days. When I say vividly remember, I mean only two things- picking up fights with whoever possible and getting thrashed by my principal. As a kid, I was always a stubborn ass, enough to put even a mule to shame. There was a rebel inside me who always tried to come out and beat others just to attain some peace. But I was never a bully; in fact I helped students who were bullied. I mentioned students as I did not have any friend. I was no hunk or hero and so got my ass kicked by my seniors or kids of my own age and then used to keep my mouth shut in front of the principal as my wounded body and ego would rather prefer to keep shut. Well how I became this, as expected I would put the blame on my upbringing. Poverty, starvation, dead mother and a drunkard father to live with; I had them all.

My principal had a special liking for me. He used to speak more with his cane than his mouth. And because I kept mum in front of him without screaming or crying like most of the other kids or trying to put the blame on others, his masculinity was in for some rude shock. At times he would get tired with his cane and yet I would not utter a single groan. There were times when he deliberately picked me up from my class to beat me even after knowing that I had no part in the fights in school that day. When he used to call me for some reason other than thrashing me, which used to happen once in a few blue moons, I used to get ready to be beaten by opening my school uniform. As I came home, I used to drown myself in my pillow and cry with those mute screams. My father had no idea if I ate or not and thus my pains or swollen elbow or black and blue body always fell to his blind, booze covered eyes.

Much to all my teachers’ amazement, I was somewhat good in studies. In fact, I used to come within the top 10 students in all the subjects regularly. But I never got the love or praise from my teachers as the principal had a grudge against me. Nobody of them wanted to be in the bad book of the principal. I did not care much for their love though, I had no idea what love is and what it can do to people. Things were going pretty much the same.

Then as seasons change and things get worse, well that was what I used to think earlier, my principal also changed. My old principal was courteous enough to pass on the baton to my new principal along with inputs about my behavior. The very next day I picked up a fight; but it was not my fault actually. I somehow managed to make a friend and his food was forcefully taken away by the seniors and hence I came to my normal self. I was summoned by the principal in his room and I was ready to open my uniform. But for a change, he called me and wanted to know the whole story. I kept tight-lipped initially but then he smiled at me and asked me again. What happened that day I still have not been able to comprehend but I started to speak and told him the true story backed up by my friend. I was not touched with the cane but the caring hands of a father. He advised to pick up a fight again only if it’s meant for truth and justice. He mentioned that his doors would always remain open for me and to never let him down. I realized for the first time what love is and what its power is.

That one punishment changed my whole life.


If you want to read some more amazing works on the same topic, you will find them here: Punishment.

Stay With Me

I come alive in your presence,

My life is empty in your absence.

My heart grows wings when you are near,

When you are away, it dies in fear.

Embrace me with all your love,

You are the only one I have.

Please stay forever with me if it’s possible,

No matter the times are pleasant or horrible.


The stars brightly lit up the sky at night,

My sleepless eyes have only you in sight.

Spend few more precious moments with me,

Don’t kiss me goodbye in a hurry.

Please stay awake as the moon takes some rest,

We will create happy memories in our love nest.

Please stay forever with me if it’s possible,

No matter the times are pleasant or horrible.


Make some space for me in your heart,

Don’t be scared as I won’t ever hurt.

Let’s get crazy and do some things stupid,

Wonder why you are so scared and insipid.

You’re the blue sky over my barren soul,

A ray of hope in my life’s dark hole.

Please stay forever with me if it’s possible,

No matter the times are pleasant or horrible.


Back Again

I am back again, a small hiatus;

Some personal issues, loss of emotion.

I missed you all, the feeling of us;

Time to re-connect with my passion.


The stream of life moves in its unknown course,

It clears new obstacles, reaches new places.

Memories are created with of joy or remorse;

We get to know so many new faces.


The string that binds us is literature,

We express ourselves through pictures, stories.

A ray of light in utter darkness lies here,

We feel bliss away from our pains and worries.


Now that I am back I wish to continue,

Till my soul and heart gives in finally.

My gratitude and love for all of you,

You are my near ones away from my family.

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