October 7, 2007

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August 4, 2007

That’s all that she did say…

Posted in Uncategorized at 1:27 am by cassandra

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After a long long time again I have nothing to post…to tell you frankly many a times I lack ideas….you can also say that most of the time I am short of ideas…and when I go through these phases…I get a little…don’t know what…

Few days’ back I had a chat with a girl…in my dreamland…the girl whom I know for a long time…(of course in my vision)…completely injured and devastated by life’s ruthlessness…she was flaming…
Her body smelt of salt…pungent odor of rotten flower…that even yellow leaves fear to touch….
‘Filth’ is what they call her…the streetwise suave humans…the life she has been living for long is nothing but pestilence…
But I loved her…I knew I did…and had a long exchange of ideas over existence…there I found what she wants to say…a morbid discourse of life…

” Life has so little to give…so less to perform…overseer of catastrophe…observes in proposition…
I know what my position is…pest of a worst species…what humans fear to see…but tramples with militancy…
But…I fight with all I have…the strength that I hoard…love is what I brawl for…in the sea without a shore…
Mourning for years …for the things…I crave for long…thought I would achieve it one day…
Laugh those gentlemen…up from the porch…In a cynical mode…(as if) I was dreaming on a sunny day…
Days passed by and I realized…Slavery…that might work…that is what I was made for…
But…the smell…that rotten smell…made their house a vinegary dump…
I thought I was not a human being…feminine exhibition was a luxury…men harked for the beauty that’s real…not the sordid body…
Soon I realized…as an lesser creature should do…!!!…
My body was a piece of flesh…how can I refute the gaze of a beast…and make them enrage…
They are the masters…of the home, the world and also of the mass of the fair sex…where I am just a part of the clan where I represent the darkness…

The first night I bled like hell…awful malady of wounded places…blood was oozing from the scratches that were made…and numbed my senses with pain…
I again started thinking…and realized it as necessary…the stored toxic in my body…needed a path to flow…
The time might come one day…when the pain will be no more…and I shall be born a fresh new bud…in the garden of my Lord…
Then came the next night…then the next…and it went on and on and on…breaking all the fantasies a life can afford with a potent blow…
By that time I had already realize…the way the things go…The debris I gather every night…is the burden of the world…the filth of paradise…which stops men to reach there…once they are liberated…they might find the path of eternity…
I was the reason once those men did fall…and now it’s my turn to restore them all…
So…here I am…taking all the blame…the burden one might say…
A long term fights with what is called life…apparently in a vulnerable way… “

That’s all that she did say…the smell was vanishing…or may be I was getting familiar to the odor…she was not moved for a single second…nor did her eyelashes shiver…who she was…where did she come from was left unknown….might be forever…

July 8, 2007

You curved the chocolate bitter…

Posted in Uncategorized at 1:56 pm by cassandra

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Been a long time that my pen gave birth to any productive piece…
But…they say (and I appreciate what they say)…that you got to maintain a gap among your babies…so do I maintain that…
And above all…as I don’t have so many blog readers like others …I think I can afford to do that…

Muse and poet is all that I have been writing for a long time…so….I have made my mind to write something else today…(the reason is also that I don’t have anything to write)…and under this circumstance…a burning social issue would be highly preferable…

So…
Let’s talk about life today…..
Life of a girl…who in turn, naturally grows to be a lady…(if I am permitted to say that)….
And regarding this….I have a very strange way to give the impression of being…
For me…
Life (of course of a present day girl) starts where this fairy tales ends….you know….”and they lived happily ever after…”…?…and stuff…

I wonder where does these sweet stories lead us to…?…Is it a fairy land…where the fairy god mothers or the angels will save the sweet beautiful princess’ and will bless the ugly offspring to be the most gorgeous one…and gradually she will turn out to be the princess that every prince heart will long for…and once he wins the lady heart…they will live happily ever after…..

But….doesn’t this life acquaints us with a different story……?….
The story of the princess…who no more lives in a land far far far away…and the time when she enters into the life… knowing or unknowingly…cries for shelter….
She was the little princess…centre of honest desire; consideration….how can she fit into the world so mundane….she can either be a beauty to look upon or a muse to dedicate…..
But…the harsh reality of existence does not let her to stay in that fairy land any more….she is no more a baby smiling with her cute little gums that would make us adore her…now she has beautiful set of teeth…and when she smiles…the infuriated cannibals starts polishing their incisor….
The soft bosom of her stature is no more what we make her to read in passionate work of fiction…but…a pair of seasoned outgrowth that will boost the repressed hunger of any lustful delinquent…
She is no more the beauty who sleeps…with skin as white as snow…never can she open her Rapunzel hair…she is now a budding quantity of animal protein and in these cases all she can do…is…restrain…restrain…and…restrain…!!!….

But…every infantile female is not as ill-fated as I am portraying…there are some…who does…or at least tries…or sometimes trained…to fight back…but of course….the poor little soul…the only protection is her legendary Don Quixote sword…
You can guess where she ends up to…

Well…I can comprehend that many of my readers would call this piece unfair or biased…but you know… this piece may look one side of the story…and I do agree that…but according to me…abusing female child does not need the other side of the story at all…because you curved the chocolate bitter…
And still if you have anything to say…please do write the other side of the story…I would be happy to know as to what does really drive you people to mistreat these under aged angels…

I don’t want my baby to born,
I don’t want my daughter to born.
In the world so grimy,
Life so hell,
She would be choked,
In sickly saccharine gale.
I’ll rather keep her…
Nurture in my womb,
On no account shall deliver her,
To the land of the wolf.

[I am aware of the fact that there are evidences that the under aged boys are also many a times victim of these cunning beasts…and I don’t intend to avoid that factor either….but an old story of one of my best friend’s (girl) childhood all of a sudden made me write this…and this is the reason that I entirely focused on girl child abuse…]

June 29, 2007

Lost love of a versifier…

Posted in Uncategorized at 12:22 pm by cassandra

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“As no pleasure last for long,/So did our love had gone,/So did our merry ended,/And we met never.”

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June 7, 2007

Cassandra fable…

Posted in Uncategorized at 10:20 pm by cassandra

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