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To you…with ♥


I do not write to win or to receive any prizes, I write because I have to, because writing to me is like breathing, without which I would die. I write to her, for her, and by her; I say by her because she is the poem, which I love to write until my last breath. So to you…with love

All my life, I dreamt of love, and yet,
I never thought I would find that love!
This is deep, soulful and bliss too,
Because there's just no one like you!

I think of you all day and night,
And whenever I feel bad and down,
You make me laugh, and I feel good;
Sweetheart, there's just no one like you!

Sweetheart, you're the one I want,
With you, I feel good and this heart,
Is for you, ever and forever till eternity,
Because there's just no one like you!

Words can't express the way I feel you, and so,
My dearest Valentine, I'm glad that you are mine.
I'll be your first and you'll be my last love,
Sweetheart, there's just no one like you!

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I ♥ U


'Memories...they make my world. I want to relive my days I lived with you once in the past...'

'You sound like an idiot...don’t you? They are just memories, which have nothing to do with your life. Go to sleep. Good Night'
She hangs up!

Those words are just from her lips but I know her heart...still she is not ready to accept the truth, which will change her world for good. I close my eyes to relive those beautiful days again inside my heart.

F L A S H B A C K
Few months ago, we met each other on Facebook on a photography page. We were accidentally tagged by the page administrator on a same comment thanking us for appreciating his work, which we both liked and that’s how the fate helped us to know each other.

H O W   I   K N O W   H E R   -   A   T R O U B L E S O M E   T A L E
I would say it was our passion - “Photography” as she followed sent a message asking if I know the page admin and if I could intro him. It led to another love saga...that’s too much no? I would say another troublesome tale!

H O W   I   M E T   H E R?
I believe...on a bright sunny day, she asked if we could meet each other and click some photographs. I came with my Canon Babe and she boasted her Nikon kid just to click some awesome worthless stupid idiotic clicks, though we personally loved it.

T H E   F R I E N D S H I P!
Day by day, no wait...it’s second by second we interacted on Facebook about boys, girls, jeans, t-shirts, online shopping, window shopping, books, and what not? Even about sex...I mean Sex in the city!

C H A R A C T E R   S K E T C H
I’m just another guy; hair waved down to ears, eyes are slightly darker shade of brown, like coffee; ears are not so big, still cute; slim and tall, but not as tall as Amitabh Sir is. She is a flawless creation! She has a face of Olive (I'm Popeye the Sailor Man). Her big olive eyes can steal hearts of stags. Her short nose still adds beauty to her face. Her perfect pale pink lips tempts me a lot and the smile she carries on her face is what I click the most. She has the best of the best features a girl could have. Totally, she is a dream! (Too much NO????)

L o V e ?
On a not a hot Sunday evening , around half past seven I text her asking if we could go out for a night photo shoot for which she was waiting for...in the past six months. We met on our usual meeting spot: the beach. She came in her pink pyjamas, pink slippers, and what not? Everything :P She looked girly for the first time..., which created a few butterflies in my stomach.

‘Hey you look cute today!’ She blushed! We discussed about various kinds of photography. How one can become a good photographer? And some more dumb ideas, though my intention is to keep looking into beautiful blushing eyes, which I noticed for the first time in the past six months. An ice cream van passed by us and she whispered, ‘I want a Cornetto ice cream.’

‘I will buy for you.’
She smiled as I bought two Cornetto’s. We continued walking clicking photographs of weird lights on road. Suddenly, a thought hit my head, and I stared at her for a minute.

‘Hello! What?’ I did not speak instead I went on one knee, opened the Cornetto, and offered her with a smile.

She smiled, ‘You are a crazy man.’ I stayed on my knees. ‘Will you be my breathe?’ Her eyes twinkled, she blushed a lot better than before, and she said, ‘I’m already!’



T H E   T W I S T
Her father who is a investment banker in London found a great opportunity for his child, who is none other than she. The opportunity was to fill the position of wife for an investment banker who is a 30+ million-dollar man and she accepted the opportunity happily.

T H E   U L T I M A T E   W I N N E R!!
A year after, on a winter Sunday evening, around seven in the night, she with her husband attended an International Photography Award Ceremony in which I was awarded as a Best Photographer of the Year by Sony for one of my play with lights.

M O N E Y! M O N E Y!! M O N E Y!!!
I won more than million hearts by my photographs which eventually won several million-dollar contracts. All because of One Reason - L O V E = One Passion - P H O T O G R A P H Y = One Soul - * * * *


T H E   E N D
‘It was nice to see you winning one of the most prestigious awards for your photography. I’m really happy.’

‘But... I missed you – priceless possession of my life. All I’ve now is memories, they make my world...'


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Muses of Wandering Passions - Chimnese Davids - #BookReview


Promises are never meant to be broken. Though a lot of times they are broken, still a promise is a promise; in fact, it is a huge word. I accepted the invite of Chimnese Davids to review her debut poetry book, “MUSES OF WANDERING PASSIONS” despite the busy personal schedule. I thought I could complete it on time, but even after a month, and a half of dozen of reminders, I’m yet to write a review.

Why am I hesitant to write a review? It is such an amazing poetry book. The title in itself expresses how the author feels about writing and I so wanted to give my best shot to write a detailed review about it. The author starts with a beautiful quote about change in life.

Change is possible if you allow it to happen. Nothing in life is constant; it’s always evolving and that’s how life happens for me. Through my adversities, I can reach new heights.” - Chimnese Davids

In Editor’s words:
The book is the very definition of sadness and of loss. Its undiluted mourning grips the reader: within the starkness, the sincerity of recollections in fairness to the one causing the broken heart is touching: “That is what you meant to me: a light that shone through the darkness.” (Your smile, p. 56)

The book contains the pensive reflections on a life that passed, but also the effects of it in the now. It brings a test of ability to those in need; a showdown. The reader is gently guided to assess own love. It is often better to look at the self through the eyes of others.


It is true that Ms. Davids guide us to assess one’s own love through her words; love in scripted words.

In Author’s words:
Writing for me has always been an escape; a way to express my true feelings. I write about my circumstances and how they affect me; how I would change them if I could. I write down my hopes and my dreams. I pour out all my joy and my sadness and this verbalization keeps me sane. It keeps me from losing the one small piece of me that remains hidden away, where no one could find it. It is a way to express what is in my heart and soul; those deep places where many people hesitate to venture.

When you write, you are tapping into your inner soul and it is really hard to lie to yourself, when you are putting words down that translate emotions that cannot be denied. There is much I can say about my writing, about my book, or every story I have ever written in my life, but the one conclusion that really stands out, is this: I know there is power in words, power to express and to heal one. My wandering imagination never gives up on me and always finds ways to explore what my emotions entail.

Words are God’s gift to mend a broken soul.


I second that.

The Book:
An 88-page book made of golden words touches your inner soul to assess one’s love. The poems are grouped under seven categories that take one through a rollercoaster ride of life and each of those poems stand on their own. I would like to pick a few and say why I liked it so much.

Finding a feather on your path
She wore the symbolic feather;
most said it was a figment of her
imagination,
yet it stood written in the book
of philosophy that she would
wear the symbolic feather,
but she is the messenger.


To write a figment of imagination as a message to this world is a sweet gesture.

Walking in the rain
I speak in a passionate voice:
“God, is this blessing your tears
wanting to wash away
the pain we all carry inside?”
It’s only when the winter comes
that rain pours down
cleansing my face,
a face that needed this rain
so the pain doesn’t remain …


The message conveyed in the poem is very strong that God thus washes away the pain we all carry inside in form of rain.

Where faith leads me
They are two lost souls that are currently on
a journey of their own.
Yet, their faith in meeting
doesn’t falter, because they believe
in the Divine Love of His Spirit,
that dwells in each of us.


Ms. Davids said it all…

Underneath the dark shines a light
I can feel it loosen, I can feel the weight
lifting off my shoulders,
and I can feel my eyes burning by light.
Finally, I can see faces of people smiling,
as a bright light took me into its
waiting arms.


Sometime words cannot say it…

Can’t breathe without you
I can’t breathe,
I can’t eat,
I can’t seem to find a way
out this maze my heart
has let me walk.
I need your passion;
I can’t breathe without you.
Just bring your heart back to me,
because I can’t let go,
I won’t give up;
not on my heart.
Without you I can’t breathe.
I am still in love with you …


If you are a lighthearted person then please do not read the above one.

Empty Bottle
I miss you popping up on my screen.
It’s like I am left with an empty half:
you know, when a bottle is full
and you pour it half way?
That is how I feel … like a half-empty bottle.
I write these words mostly for me,
just to remember what you meant to me.
That feeling that you would always be there.


Like…an half-empty bottle I feel; lost in words…

Erato
You give me the faith of love,
believing in passion and desires
as my lips touch my beloved,
as her caresses puts me in a mood
of great desire, filled in the depth
of our souls, combining
us as one.


A postcard from heaven
Dear, I have been sending you
a postcard ever since I have left;
I have kept most of the letters
knowing it would never reach you,
but this might be the last one since
you are coming here soon.
I can’t wait to be reunited with you.
I love you and miss you;
I’ll be there, waiting near the white gate
as you walk over that cloud.
You will love it here.
Till we meet again.
Postcard from heaven, with love.


This is my favorite poem of all. I love this :)

About Chimnese Davids:
Chimnese Davids is South African, accounts clerk and freelance writer. Her first publication was with an online magazine Allthings Girl in 2010.She had also been published in three anthologies, Step Into My Shoes published through Jafansta. Inc in June 2011 and Love In Creativity, published through Jingle and Gooseberry Garden Community in March 2012.She was 12 years old when she started writing and won a contest in 1996.Her debuted poetry and prose collection, “Muses of Wandering Passions” is her first book published. Her editor and publisher (KREATIVSA~ August 2012) said that the book would be a guide to her readers to find hope in their own strength and how the heart can heal itself in time with the true nature of her spiritual journey that would take the reader to places they’ve never searched within themselves.


Book Details:
Title : Muses of Wandering Passions
Author : Chimnese Davids
Publisher : KREATIV SA
Launch Date : 14 October 2012
Where : Cape Town ~ South Africa
Email ID : chimnese@gmail.com
Goodreads : http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/6519372.Chimnese_Davids
Facebook : http://www.facebook.com/chimhill.ff.net
Twitter : https://twitter.com/mspoeticgirl
Page : https://www.facebook.com/pages/Chims-World-of-Literature/202798436401115
Website : http://musesofwanderingpassions.webs.com/

Book Links:
Link to Amazon
Link to Goodreads

Ms. Davids has saved the best for the last ones. The Poet’s Voice section and the poem New Possibilities are my personal favorites.

To conclude, I would say this is a book to be read to assess one’s love. You will walk into the depth of Ms. Davids feelings when reading the poetry, and finally you’ll be in tears. I’m sure Ms. Davids will be winning many awards and will reach heights. I would like to give four out of five stars for her work and I wish her Good luck :)

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My entry for the Get Published contest...in simple words – My Dream!



Title: My entry for the Get Published contest...in simple words – My Dream!




End Note:
This is my entry for the HarperCollins–IndiBlogger Get Published contest, which is run with inputs from Yashodhara Lal and HarperCollins India.

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...words fail here ~ Let the angel rest in peace


Disclaimer: This personal post displays the outcry of emotions of a soul. This has nothing to do with any Political parties and the views are highly personal.

…words fail here…she is an eternal fighter who fought against all the odds bravely, but this morning around 2:15 AM IST she left this awful world.

She…I would like to give her a name – ‘Isha’ The name I love the most in this world, because we humans (Indians) tend to react only when our own blood/relationships are under any issues.

A 23-year-old pure soul dreams were shattered into pieces on a moving bus in Capital City of Rape on December 16 by a half-a-dozen drunken animals. She was brutalized (it’s not just rape, and it can’t be defined in my language) by six drunken animals who took turns on her for an hour and she was thrown off the moving bus with her male friend, who was initially collapsed as those drunken animals hit him using an iron rod.

She suffered severe internal injuries caused by a metal rod, as those drunken animals inserted it into her when they brutalized her. Because of this heinous act, doctors removed her intestines initially, as they were gangrenous. She had suffered from severe organ failure following serious injuries to her body and brain. She was courageous in fighting for her life for so long against the odds but the trauma to her body was too severe for her to overcome. Perhaps, army men fight against enemies face to face, but she fought against all the odds for 12 days, and finally her body gave up today.

This incident galvanized India as youth India protested demanding justice for her, which political parties hijacked for their purpose. However, police created dramas when a constable died mysteriously like in movies to dilute the case, but nothing can match the outrage of youth India. The protest is on, will be on, still we get justice.

As a citizen of India, I demand the amendment of Law to protect women from animals. I’ve a suggestion too. What can be done to save our eyes?

Chemical castration, life imprisonment and death sentence are some of the words that are being used and suggested by the protestors as a form of punishment for all rapists. Do you agree?

Well, I do whole-heartedly agree to this.

Rape and Murder : Death Penalty + Victim and their parents should slap accused, his parents, his wife (if married), and his blood relations, which should be filmed and telecasted in National News.

Rape : Chemical castration + Victim and their parents should slap accused, his parents, his wife (if married), and his blood relations, which should be filmed and telecasted in National News.

Eve Teasing : Victim and their parents should slap accused, his parents, his wife (if married), and his blood relations, which should be filmed and telecasted in National News.

So, in my humble opinion, I would prefer the above punishment so that no man will think of committing this heinous act again.

I wish I can write more... but words fail here… Let her Rest in Peace…

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Moment of the Millennium: A Lip Lock


“It’s party time!” said Navya in her sweet voice, for which the team jumped in happiness. For an IT Professional like us, every day is a challenge, every hour is money, and each second is a ‘do or die’ struggle, still whenever we get a reason to celebrate, we do smile and celebrate!

It was Navya’s Birthday. She is a heart stealing beauty with her big moist eyes and a perfectly drafted nose adds beauty to her face. Her white complexion is hard to describe. Totally, she is an angel who turned 22 on 12 December 2012. As it was day of the millennium, we thought of celebrating her birthday in a special way and at sharp 12:12:12 – the moment of the millennium, we made the cutie to cut the cake and in less than a minute, the whole cake was on her face. It was indeed a big surprise for her, for which she could not stop smiling.

It was that golden moment, when Karthik – a well-built short hair guy went on his one knee with a diamond ring to propose his love to the birthday angel. She could not stop blushing; in fact, no girl can. When everyone was wondering what’s going to happen next, she accepted his proposal, and he put the ring on making the moment more beautiful. That’s when she called a party, a pizza party - A pizza party for 50 people!

We had two options; one – Dominos and the other was PHD. And on popular demand, we opted for Dominos. We enquired about the price for a bulk order, for which they agreed to give a decent discount, and when we were about to finalize the deal, Raghav shouted in his grave voice.

“Sir, we would get a better offer if we book online. Moreover, I know a site where we can get coupons for a good deal. The site name is CupoNation - http://www.cuponation.in/


CupoNation?” He showed us the site. It looked fantastic right from the logo to the wide variety of offers they give on various stores. I was impressed!


He also suggested us to order in small chunks to get a better deal and as decided ten of us ordered separately, got it delivered at the same time, and enjoyed the party. While we tasted pizza’s Karthik tasted Navya followed by a tight hug and they are a perfect couple. At last, we all had a good party. Thanks to CupoNation, Dominos and to Navya and Karthik.


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...A reason to celebrate



This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 33; the thirty-third edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following Blog-a-Ton. The theme for the month is 'Celebrations'


I fly across the winds under the clouds amid the people carrying an untold story of a heart counting his last few hours. He may not see her again, but his last few words will tell her, how badly he missed his lost love. I need to find her, and I do not have any other choice. I have less time left. Can I make it to her? I doubt if I can. I continue flying hoping I can be a reason for someone’s happiness.

Someone has caught me. I guess it is a little baby. She has small blue eyes, tiny ears, and a sweet curve on her round face; her tender hands complete her. She is a Goddess. I would be happy if she handover me to her mother or someone who can read me, will she?

Oh, God she throws me down, this is bad :( I need to fly… I need to… I need…to…fly… But my bad, I’m lying in the streets of Mumbai :( Will someone pick me up? I wonder if it can happen.

Ouch! It’s hurting. What could be this sharp thing? I guess… It must be a… Dog, is it? This is bad again. I should fly to reach her. Dog, please leave me down. I beg you. I beg you… please… When I’m almost lost, a ray of hope came in the form of burger as he let me down in the process of filling his stomach. I’m saved. I start my journey once again in search of her with the help of winds. The wind current is amazing as I feel being loved whenever the wind touches me softly. I’m lucky, as it is a windy day.

Winds…please do not stop. I love this feeling but…the happiness does not last long as I land on a chair. I wish someone can pick me up from here and help me reach her. Will it happen? I’m depressed as no one came touched me so far…and after an hour of desperate waiting, someone took me in his hands. He must be in his forties I guess and I’m glad as he starts reading.

Wet Winds blew again and I fly from his hand to a nearby apartment, pass through the window and finally I found her... She reads with her pink lips...


Sweetie Pie,

So much has been said to you over the years. I have exhausted the vocabulary explaining my situation on that fateful day. Still you are not ready to either accept me or forgive me. I’m not sure what to do or how to get you back and I cannot tolerate this pain. Hence, I have decided to end this in an easy way. I’m sorry to say I’m writing to you after having consumed seven sleeping pills. I know you hate writers who kill English; hence, please pardon me and ignore the typos and grammatical errors.

Still I feel like it was yesterday I saw you in pink colored frock riding her bicycle…but ten years have passed by and we have grown; in fact, a lot. I wished you would be my better half, even dreamt a life with our kids, but our fate, we had to part after living together for a year. I agree it is my mistake, though I can blame the situation I was in; still I did the repair work, and I waited for you to accept me, but…

“The beautiful word found my human being for the unseen feeling is love.” Do you remember this? I said holding your hands in the rain when I first kissed you. I felt the same whenever I kissed you as you always throws up newness and mystery in our life. I love every second I lived with you and hoping to live at least for one more second with you.

“Men know better than the language does.” You said after we made love for the first time and I have said, “I now know how an Angel looks like.” Do you at least remember this?

I have heard people saying, “If our life is short then God gifts happy moments!” I have had enough. I wish to write more but I’m unable to see anything clearly and my eyelids close without my order.

I need you… The fragrance of flower still reminds you, the sounds of chirping birds reminds you, the tender hands reminds your touches, it kept me alive, and I realize that there is no life without you.

I want to say I still love you with all my heart. I would love to hear your voice once before my end. So, please…call me Sweetie Pie when this letter reaches you. I would celebrate dancing for our favorite song, if I’m alive by God’s grace. I do not think I would be…

PS: Isha must be two I guess. Say that her Dad will come someday to meet her.


Me



A teardrop fell from her eyes to wet me. I’m sure she would call him and I wish he had come out of coma to pick her call.

I can hear her voice… “Sid…I…”

Sid has a reason to celebrate life with Hassini and Isha. I too have a reason to celebrate as I reached her in time.


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A start to the full stop!



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The Plot:

The hero, Bruce Tracy, is a convict on death row in the Arlington State Penitentiary, a hellhole of a prison. He is a former drug addict, and is afflicted by AIDS.

Bruce is scheduled to be executed in 48 hours, wrongly convicted of the brutal murder of his hooker girlfriend, whom he loved deeply. Her violent death had him hungering for vengeance at first. However, his wrongful conviction has made him a fatalistic man convinced of his impotency in extracting revenge from those who have wronged him.

Bruce learns of a secret tunnel that some other prisoners have dug in a plan to escape from the prison. The leader of this escape plot, Billy - The Brawler, is a man who had brutally raped Bruce in the prison showers in the past. Billy is a gay ex-boxer serving time for armed robbery.

48 hours away from being executed, an AIDS infected Bruce can choose to either expose Billy and his plan, thus denying Billy his one shot at freedom, or convince Billy to allow him to join the group and escape from prison, or do nothing.

What will Bruce choose? Why?



The Story:

……………………………………………….Now
People calls me a brutal murderer, for which I deserve absolutely nothing, not even the simplest of life to live and they await my end, which is just 12 hours away, but are they ready to accept that I’ve a heart too, which has emotions, desires and dreams about a girl, with whom I fell in love deeply. Even the wall of this prison, though a hell-hole, knows how much I love that brown-eyed beauty, which constantly reminds me of the beautiful days I once lived with her.

…………………………………….six months ago
I, Bruce Tracy – a former drug addict, and a mad lover of ballet accidentally met a brown-eyed beauty, Rose, who was a ballet dancer by passion and a hooker by profession, and the very next minute I was with her on a bed, fucking her hard for hours, and Heroin – a drug that ruled me those days, did the rest. That night helped to burn my physical desires, and I was hitting upon her now and then for a month, but eventually, I fell in love with her brown eyes that pierced my soul each time I looked into it.

She helped to get rid of my drug addiction with her pure love and she did stop sleeping with other nasty men for the reason that she kept secret until I confessed my never-ending love for her. Not only we exchanged hearts but also the special rings with our names printed on it. Life became meaningful, beautiful, and soulful. Actually, she was my life.

…………………………………….three months ago
It was a fateful night that crushed our dreams like a sandstorm destroying the crop filed. My cute girl, the love of my life was lying naked on a pool of blood, her eyes were pierced out, her breast was cut, her throat was slit, and her legs was split with an axe stabbed, which should’ve had hurt our angel. I went down on my knee, broke down in tears, and I so wanted to find them, cut into pieces, grind to granules, and burn those perverts. As before fate decided my bad, I was caught by a police officer who came in there casually. My bloodshed hands, my fingerprints on the axe were enough to convict and I had no escape. I was fuming in vengeance, and all I wanted was a clue to find them, and an opportunity to crush those motherfuckers.

…………………………………….two months ago
Prison life had no new surprises for me, but each time there will be a gang of people who keeps bullying me until I lose my self-control. Despite those torments and hunger for vengeance, I had to perform various duties as a part of our daily schedule in the prison. It included kitchen services, restrooms cleaning services, laundry services, and other duties as well. I was the unluckiest of all, I did know it before, because I had to clean restrooms, and the worst part was to work with two assholes – Billy and Rocky.

Billy, an ex-boxer, a fat bastard who has 52-inch chest, weighing 400 pounds, and he is known for his 10-inch cock, and he had brutally raped most of the assholes in the prison. Rocky, a lean asshole, who is also a gay and they had fucked every other man in the prison. It was a nightmare to work with them; in fact, I cleaned the toilets that they were supposed to clean and I filled the water tubs on behalf of them. It was hell for me.

When I spent my daytime working with those trashes, I loved my nights, because that’s when, I wrote her name on the wall of the prison, and sometimes I scribbled poems too. One of those poems that explain my loneliness is.

The bridge is not so long
I can come to you along
The loneliness is killing me,
I can kill myself to be with you
Those sweet memories never fade away
I wish I could relive my days with you
The hunger for vengeance is still alive
I want to cut them into pieces
RIP Rose
*****

It was once again a fateful day in my life. It was the fat bastard Billy, who forced me down to floor during work without any clue, handcuffed me back, made me naked, and he penetrated my anus with his 10-inch cock, biting my ears and neck.

I was burning in pain, crying for help, but no one helped; it was hard to escape from the fat bastard, after a certain point of time, my body gave up, and I froze. After Billy, it was that lean one-eyed bastard Rocky took his turn and filled my asshole again. I hate this feeling; in fact, I can never imagine being fucked by a gay but two gays had fucked me for hours? Shit, shit… shit!

It was not just the physical pain but I felt ashamed for being incapable to fight back, and it caused impotency in extracting revenge. I was unable to show my face to anyone in the prison after that, not even to work, and I was counting my days, the last few days of my hectic life.

…………………………………….a month ago
It was a general medical checkup for the prisoners, which shocked, and shattered me into pieces. I wished to die the next second, as I still cannot believe that I had acquired AIDS – a dreadful Deficiency Syndrome that kills White Blood Corpuscles from one’s body to invite other germs. It furies me to know I did acquire this disease in the last one month and it must be from those bastards, Billy and Rocky.

Though I was fuming at first, the dark patches of my life made me a fatalistic man. I lost the hope for living; in fact, I had no reasons to live, my whole body was tiring sooner, and was falling sick now and then. I had nothing left to live, and I was counting my last few days of my hectic life.

…………………………………….a week ago
It was yet another day that I loved to live once again. I was on cleaning duty, and heard two-men discussing about a secret tunnel that some other prisoners have dug in a plan to escape from the prison. I fixed my ears on the wall of the restroom, listened to their conversation, and learnt every small detail about the secret tunnel. Moreover, in no time, they came out naked, and they were none other than those motherfuckers Billy, and Rocky. I hid myself behind the door to escape from being fucked again. I knew I could have had been fucked again if I was caught by them. Glad, I did not.

I was confused on what to do next; either to escape from this hellhole with Billy, Rocky, and Team or to expose Billy and his plan, thus denying Billy his one shot at freedom. I knew I could not live for hundred years; still, if I escape with them, I could fly like a free bird. On the other hand, they were the ones who fucked me, who gave this dreadful disease to me, and made me a fatalistic man. I was damn sure that they would spoil the world with whatever they’ve had given me, that’s why I had taken a decision and I so wanted to execute it before being executed.

…………………………………….36 hours ago
Just 48 hours, all I had was 48 hours before my end. I wanted to do get rid of the impotency in extracting anger, to revenge, and to be a man I was before six months ago, but was not the same now, though I so wanted to kill these bastards but...
Why me? Why could not I? Why?

I asked to myself, a billion times. Still, I could not figure out an answer. I wanted to… so I banged my head on the wall a few times, then I punched on the floor and finally kicked on the door a few times, but… nothing helped, and I was tired; hence, I slept.

…………………………………….12 hours ago
I sensed my end, which was 24 hours away. I know I would be executed as scheduled, but do I deserve the capital punishment? Did I kill my girl? Should not she rest in peace? After all, she was the one who colored my life beautifully, she was my medicine to get rid of drugs, and she was myself, my real self, no?

‘Bruce… C’mon, you are an angry man… you have to extract revenge against those fuckers; after all, they deserve to be dead. C’mon…’

‘It wasn’t me… It wasn’t me… It wasn’t me who killed Rose…’ I blabbered

I banged my head again and again trying to get rid of the impotency in extracting revenge but doing so, I became semiconscious. Rose and the beautiful memories invaded my mind and occupied my thoughts. I smiled counting the last few hours of my life, as I knew I would be executed as scheduled because I had no choice.

……………………………………………….Now
I could hear the footsteps. ‘It should be Billy’s and his teammates… It’s my turn baby.’

Hungering for vengeance, I fume like an acid, and I wait for them with my hawk eyes.

‘It’s just ninety seconds away. C’mon Bruce, fuck those motherfuckers!’

‘Cut them into pieces, grind to granules. Are you ready?’

Billy, Rocky, and team are taken by surprise, as I’m standing just before the doors of their freedom. I welcome them with a smile, which I enjoyed.

Billy approaches me shouting like a banshee with a big knife. I move aside only to make him fall down. He angry face burns, and he once again tries to stab me, but this time… I moved aside, slit his throat with a small weapon, the weapon known for cutting sharply, easily and powerfully – a scalpel (surgical knife). He falls down saying that it was a good move!

Rocky, the one-eyed fucker loses his eye while trying to attack me from behind and his animal cry makes me happy. That’s a perfect revenge for whatever they have done to Rose and in a similar way by slitting their throat and piercing out the eyes.
The only person left in the Billy’s gang is Jane. She is a doctor who served American Army in her late twenties, wrongly booked in a medical fraud, and imprisoned for lifetime. She sees delighted as she could finally see the real Bruce – a beast who ruled his school days.

…………………………………….10 hours ago
If it was Rose who made me feel loved, but then I lost my virginity with Jane. She was a beautiful queen, with a strange air of mystery around her, her beautiful and big blue eyes and to look into those eyes was bliss, her face was round like a moon, her skin was as white as milk and she was a queen of my heart in those days. Though we lost the golden touch, I was happy to meet her in the hell-hole as a savior at the last minute of my life.

She was the one who revealed about Rose murder and what Billy and Rocky did to her, how much she had to suffer in the last few minutes before her end. It made me furious; actually, I became uncontrollable as I kept punching my face.

She made me calm, narrated a plan, she promised she would help with weapons, and she made to believe that I could revenge those motherfuckers. In addition to this, it was also her payback to Billy, as he tricked her in the medical fraud for which she was imprisoned for years despite being innocent.

……………………………………………….Now
She hugs me smiling, as we avenged Billy and Rocky to deny his freedom at one shot, and more than that, we rediscovered the lost magical touch between us as fell for each other once again.

‘Let’s search for Inland Taipan. It’ll help to cure you’

I smiles, she kisses me deep and passionately. It’s time for Bruce-maniac!


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A Sweet Milestone



  This wind you think of, thus blows by me
  I walk t'is dream burning fair - on asphalt.
  See her with delight, but soft and lone thee
  Cross'd path the night, amidst I listen alt,
  neath the wide volumes, turn my soul inside.
  Slips by the oversight, stumbled by the fall
  Passion that hides, richer said than words soft
  She maketh unseen color, My youth painted
  Walked by my unconscious, juvenile mind
  Count the hours: daylight, fair moon arise,
  Then I shalt see thee, with my impatient eyes
  Ti's day shalt rise fair, my eyes intent thy.
  I have walked this asphalt: lone and forlorn
  I wouldst walk afar, A few more, endless miles...


P.S. Few Miles completed 3 years today!
I tried molding Few Mile's journey and the Sentiments through my choicest words.

Thank you Sarav.




From the desk of Someone is Special,

It’s not just another post, it’s something special, and it is dedicated to Blogoversary of Few Miles by my dear friend Pranali, who writes at “Blank verses and Invisible lines”. It’s my pleasure to have her here on this special day, and I so thank her from the bottom of my heart for whatever she has blessed to Few Miles. Thank you!

I started this blog on 20 October 2009 on demand by my sweet friend and as a sweet dedication to my dream angel under the pen name, “Someone is Special” Today, I am so happy as my blog turns three. 3 years, 1095 days, 26280 hours of writing has changed my life a lot! Thank you all for the support and constant encouragement :)

Yesterday was Little One's Second Blogoversary. As usual, we had combined Blogoversary Celebrations of My Friendship and Few Miles here on Little One’s Blog. Do join us! And, here is a video dedicated to our Blogoversary.


And to little one..

special celebrations
to mark a sweet journey
as it unites us with
a precious invisible bond

special memories
I share with Little One
and My Friendship,
cannot be said in words!

with words I wish,
the little flower
to cross a Few Miles,
with SmileS…!

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Blog Action Day 2012 ~ The Power of WE ~ #powerofwe


Dear All,

I cordially welcome you to Few Miles! As you all know, today is Blog Action Day, and this year the theme is The Power of WE.

Why, I hear you ask? The Power of WE is a celebration of ration of people working together to make a positive difference in the world, either for their own communities or for people they will never meet half way around the world. (Taken from BAD page)

There are hundreds of examples listed on Blog Action Day website such as fighting for healthier meals for kids in schools, protecting people’s rights in countries far away, stopping practices in industries that hurt the environment and communities, ensuring people small-scale farmers get fair deals, the rights of women and children are protected and many more. And so far, I’ve supported the cause - Water on 2010, Food on 2011, and this time, without any doubts, I’m highlighting a severe issue that prevails in the world.

What’s that severe issue, I hear you ask?

I hope most of us might have heard/seen/read about #Haryana #Rape #Issue where 19 rape cases have been recorded in the past one month. Let she may be a two-year-old girl or a thirty-year-old woman, but if she is a Dalit, then she can be raped in Haryana. She can be raped in a field on late nights or in the godown on an afternoon or even in her own house at gunpoint on a mournful morning. No one is ready to register a complaint, even if the victim registers a complaint, nothing could stop those rapists, and the rape count goes up steadily till date.

Why I want to highlight the issue here on Blog Action Day?

The reason is simple, to show the power of we, and to help to stop this crime against women. It is painful to read it on newspaper.

Can someone say how painful it is to know that a 2-year-old baby was raped? A 2-year-old? Did she at least know what is meant by that?

A 13-year-old girl was gang-raped by nine men. Can you image nine men taking turns on 13-year-old kid? How painful it would be? What should we do to stop this crime against women? Can we cut those men off? (Castrate) Yes, we can.

A 17-year-old girl was gang-raped by four people for nine consecutive days. Can you imagine being raped for nine consecutive days? Nine days? Can you imagine how painful it is to be in that position? Tears rolls down my cheeks when I type this. What do to in this case? Behead them? Yes, we can.

And 16 more such incidents (most of them are gang-raped) are recorded in the past one month.

How should we react to show THE POWER OF WE?

We can suggest the Government to perform a Commando Operation, to shoot the rapist at first sight itself without questioning or arguing with them, if the victim could identify them. And if Human Rights commission raises a question against this action, then the answer should be, they are not at all humans, they are not even animals, because animals are better than humans are; they are fucking rapists, and they have crushed the dreams of a future achievers.

Let’s speak out, let’s join hands, let's make this bigger and make people listen us to stop the crime against women such as rape, sexual molestation and for lip service, because these men deserve no sympathy, and must be given deterrent punishment.

What say? Let show the POWER OF WE to STOP THE VIOLENCE/CRIME AGAINST WOMEN!

I’m keeping this post short. If you like to read in detail, stop here.

Read more posts which shows the POWER OF WE here on Blog Action Day. Join us on Facebook, Twitter, Google Plus, Pin Interest and You Tube.

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