For my Angels.

I always wanted six children when I get married,And I wanted four of them to be girls. But not anymore. I don’t want KIDS anymore. I don’t want to bring another child into this world just to be tortured , raped and murdered. More than a dozen Rape cases have been reported in India in just over a week. The first one was of a 9 year old child the poor child was Raped by 4 men inside a temple, she was later murdered. I’m afraid of this world now, being a woman I feel unsafe. Woman can’t rape you know and Men cannot be Raped. So I don’t think Men knows how it feels like to be Raped.

Some people think that only minor girls suffer after being raped mostly because they’ll be left traumatized by the incident and they won’t even know what’s happening to them. But what about older women. I think they feels the same. The day before yesterday I heard a news that a 30 year old woman was presented / gifted by Her own father to a bunch of his Friends. Can you even imagine that. After 18 hours she escaped and informed the police. What  do you think she’d been through when she found out that her own father did that.

Yesterday I read a news which said that 11 and 8 year old girls were kidnapped raped and murdered. The thing that’s going through my mind is how much more of this is going to happen. How much pain have those girls Been through. How can these perverts think of such a thing. The government is thinking of establishing a law which says that the punishment for Raping a minor is DEATH BY HANGING. But is that enough will that stop all this . I don’t think nobody can stop this.  It has spreading like an epidemic among ALL THE MEN THESE DAYS. I’m not saying every men are like that but some are. I couldn’t sleep yesterday. I thought a lot about these things and I was scared and I couldn’t breathe. I still can’t.

But what really prompted me to write this post was I heard a news today which said a 4 month old BABY was Raped and murdered. And another 8 month old BABY was Raped and murdered by Her own uncle. Baby’s are the most beautiful thing. I love babies. They’re soft and so small they have the brightest eyes. How could someone look into those pretty little eye and comes to think of Raping them. How! What goes through their mind. Oh my poor babies.

Even a lion preys on things which can at least put up a fight with them. What did he get from raping a poor small soul. They can’t even fight them or push them or even scream for help. Babies they raped babies. I want this to stop. Even though I want that I know it won’t stop. For the epidemic the so called disease they’ve caught is not on their body but on their mind and there’s no cure for it.

But my Angels.  My poor babies who suffered a lot, who benefited nothing from coming to this world. My angels, to whom the world was only pain . My babies who were used by the wretched creatures of this world now hey at least rests in heaven. Safely in the hands of God. Loved by him.

I’m sorry my Angels I couldn’t do anything. I’m sorry. I couldn’t save you from this beastly world. I sorry.


Fear not my Darling

Fear not my Darling,

for we’ll see the

clear sky again.

The darkness won’t

do anything to you,

as long as you

look into my eyes.


Worry not my dear,

I’ll lead you to

the Rhine.

And we’ll wash of

our dirt together,

Once the fog clears.


Panic not my Love ,

The clamouring will stop

you just listen to me.

For you’ll hear me sing

and you can dance with me.

Just lend me your ears.

Tapestry of Love

I’m weaved into him

thread by thread,

strand by strand

entwined by love.

Incessant love and

obscure actions

weaved together 

by unfathomable Love. 

unimaginably close.

soft and puerile,

together we lay.

silky and smooth

like sea and wave.

Not ego, neither envy

Nor malice we keep.

Just pure fabric

Fabric of Love.

Alone we’re strands,

together fabric.

The tapestry of Love,

crimson and spangled.

Bad Poet.

I’m a bad Poet

I don’t know how

To hide my emotions

Under the blanket or words.

I don’t bathe my words

In the fountain of youth

So that they could

Stand against the

Wrath of time.

My words are

Simple and stark

And allegories are

Not my friend.

I can’t define beauty

For beauty has no form or shape.

I don’t use rhyme

And alliterations you can’t find

For rhyme and tunes and Songs

Lies in the poet’s heart

And not in the

heart of the words.

And if you wish to color

Look at the rainbow

It’s beautiful and pure

But I can’t produce colors

For I’m a bad Poet.

And I paint with

Black and grey.

By A.S

My Heart and Him

My heart was dead

It was full of holes

But you brought

Me back from my grave.

In his glistening eyes

I saw all the stars,

Moon and the sun.

And though his lips

Were sealed,

it spoke a thousand words.

I saw the 8th wonder

Of the world,

In his heart,

Which was yearning for mine.

My hand felt numb

Without his hand in mine,

I’m sure he felt the same.

I wish to take

One more step

And forever lay on his chest.

But first he should confess.

You and I darling together,

And forever be mine.

But he didn’t confess

He pulled me close and held me tight.

More tight my heart said,

Because the holes in my

Heart was disappearing . 💗💗

Love …………………

Are you in Love ……..

I’m not …….. 😝

What is going on in INDIA? #NoSafetyForGirl

This is not my India. This was originally posted by Divya Vaidya

My Small World

This feeling of unsafe and insecurity is growing inside.
A girl is not safe in her house, school, Temple.
The terror of being abused or getting raped and murder is increasing day by day.

No one taking a stand for them.
People are just talking about it.
Govt. is seeing it as a puppet show.
The girls are dying or being molested for being rapped by a man. (I don’t think so, he is a man anymore)


I can’t even write about what is running in my mind,

As soon as I open my TV, there is only news about rape, murder, molestation.

People are saying Govt. is not doing anything.

But what people are doing for this matter?

No justice for rape victims in India, I must say – It is not a safe country anymore.

I want this Govt to allow for at least gender reveal so that…

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Real Neat Blogger Award

I was nominated for the Real Neat Blogger Award by TheBookWorm Drinketh. Actually the nomination came as a surprise to me, and the irony in this nomination is that the Award name being Real Neat. Neatness is not for me. I’m a real messy person. But I sincerely thank TheBookWorm Drinketh for this nomination. I think of Award nominations as a get to know the writer section. Like when you are nominated for an award you are asked to answer a few questions through which you’ll be able to know more about the writer. Right.

Here are the Rules:-
1. Display the award logo
2. Thank the blogger who nominated you and post a link to their blog
3. Answer the questions of the one who nominated you
4. Nominate 5-10 bloggers
5. Ask them 7 questions

Questions Asked by Thebookworm Drinketh. And Answers.

1. What are your favourite songs from your teenage years that you still rock out to when nobody else is listening?

I still consider my self a Teenager. Mainly because I don’t want to grow up too soon 😂. And I love songs and singing. I used to ( still do) watch Phineas and ferb you know the cartoon, so the cartoon have a lot of songs in them one of them is “Bow Chick Bow Wow”. I just love that song . I still sing the song whenever I am happy to excited and when no one is listening.

2. What’s the worst thing you ever did as a kid — and got away with?

MY mom is very strict and observant so even if I do something she always finds out. So I was an almost good kid, and even if I did do something wrong she will always finds out.

3. If you had to choose between these animals for a house pet, which would you choose? An Alligator, A Giraffe and an Elephant? And why?

I don’t have to think twice to answer this , I would choose a Giraffe. I have a special liking towards Giraffes. I already have a Toy Giraffe his name is Mojo.

4. What’s the craziest thing on your bucket list?

I would say Bungee jumping. Even though I may be a bit like a little bit afraid of heights I would try it atleast once.

5. What’s your best idea for a reality TV show?

I can’t think of any at the moment. I think that maybe because there is already reality shows for everything.

6. What’s something about you that people would be surprised to know?

I’m pithecophobic (irrational fear of monkeys). I’m not afraid of all monkeys from a distance but I can’t stand it if monkeys are acting like a human. For eg, I can’t stand a monkey if it’s smoking or its dressed up or something. That’s why I never saw King Kong or Planet of the apes.

7. What’s the best knock-knock joke you know?

I’m from India and here we usually speak in our native language. So I haven’t heard much knock-knock jokes. But I googled it yesterday and here’s the best one I found.

Knock! Knock!

Who’s there?


Water who?

Water those plants or they’re going to die!

Here’s my Nominees.




soulwrite Emire


Here’s my questions for the Nominees.

  1. What’s you favorite color?Why is it your favorite color?
  2. For you what’s life without Love?
  3. What’s that one word which defines you?
  4. If you know that the world ends in a few days what would you do?
  5. What’s your take on war?
  6. If you could choose a person to be your best friend from your blogging community who would it be?
  7. What do you like about yourself?.

I hope all the nominees participate.

Good luck to you all and happy blogging.