The Park (final part)

Please read The park (Part 1) and The Park (Part 2) before you go for this one

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She felt horrified now
A shiver ran through her spine
All she could do was pray and bow
Wishing her to be fine

She saw her slippers just then
The pink ones with cute dolls
So, she was behind the bench
That wasn’t funny at all

Finding her at last she wheezed
And paced towards her
Maybe she has fallen asleep
Must be tired, My Silly Girl

As soon as there she reached
She saw a terrible sight
“Stand up love”, she beseeched
Not ready to accept her plight

Savouring joys of childhood
It had her treasurable hours
Now nothing her chirpy voice could say
Only who spoke were her scars

Mom I thought this park to be
So lovely, calm and safe
But no one ever told me
That here I could be raped

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Intoxicated

Every morning
My eyes rush
to catch a glimpse
of that gleeful face
And the moment I find
those bottomless brown eyes
a rapid rush of adrenaline
flows through me
pinkening my pale skin
His sight penetrates through me
exploring
parts of me
yet to be discovered
My pensive feelings
yawning sleepily
wake up with a jerk
exhilarated by effervescence
entangled by ecstacy
surrounded
by the smoke of solace
All my toasty thoughts
cuddled up
inside the blanket of my heart
begin to levitate
towards the stratosphere
I feel intoxicated
enslaved
to see that addictive face
again and again
If the appetite
will be satiated
ever
I doubt…

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17th b’day gift

Today in the morning a thought struck my mind- what to ask for on my 17th birthday from my parents? I thought of a wonderful thing to ask for. Before I tell what that thing is let me tell you the reason behind it.

The human life is filled with so many ironies and the biggest among them is that we all want to go to heaven but no one wants to die.Death is something we all fear as it brings an end to all our achievements, an end to our desires, an end to our name, fame and riches. Within nanoseconds the most powerful creature of the world is converted into ashes. but we all know that it is inevitable. Everything that is manufactured comes with an expiry date too. What makes it worse is that we don’t get one stamped on us. but do we really die?

Surely our body ceases to work are we just the combination of tissues and bones?

I once read that we don’t have a soul. We are a soul wrapped up by a body. We all are aware of the immortal nature that the soul is believed to have.

This means the whole life that we spend to cheer this body up ends the same with all- at funeral pyre. What we forget is to embellish our soul. We become so engrossed in achieving our physical desires that our soul has to find another body to get its desires fulfilled.

What happens most often is our physical form dies while spiritual doesn’t. But what should really happen is that our spiritual form i.e. soul should come to an end which can happen only if it is satiated while our physical form be allowed to live.? HOW?

Maybe by making someone else see through our eyes, breathe through our lungs, walk through our limbs or all of these. Maybe by pumping blood in someone else’s body through our heart or by filling someone else’s arteries and veins by our blood.

I don’t really want my physical form to be converted into ashes. I want to live even after I die. So maybe to get a will prepared so as too donate all my organs would be the best gift to ask on my 17th birthday.

Hope someone gets inspired to donate theirs’ after reading this. If you liked this kindly visit my post Life goes on