Gone are the days....

Gone are the days,

                    When I was weak.

Gone are the days,

                    With future bleak.

Gone are the days,

                    When alone I cried.

Gone are the days,

                    To self when I lied.

Gone are the days,

                    When I hid my face,

Gone are the days,

                    With failure’s trace.

Gone are the days,

                    When was two legged animal.

Gone are the days,

                    With struggle upheaval.

Gone are the days,

                    Of being brute

Gone are the days,

                    Of dumb and mute.

Gone are the days,

                    Of life under subjection,

Gone are the days,

                    When accepted rejection.  

SORE OF HEART - V

horizon is so far in the distant,

thwarted in all crusades,

not anymore i want to be prudent.

paralyzed body and discomfited soul,

leading a vagabond life, now i doubt of

cessation on terra-ferma of my role.

thought i was apostle of paradise,

thus diffused happiness & love, but 

realized there is no God. All just big lie

This piece of my writing is to express my feelings towards the fact that we share the world with people who do the severest crime against Humanity. 
I was disgusted when i first read it after writing and I want my readers to feel the agony of this inhuman behavior.
Here i have tried to show the contrast of feelings and emotions of the victim of Rape and the Rapist.

     RAPE 

appalling act; vehement copulation,

blood in tears; defloration.

dead soul cladded in tattered clothes;

bruised body and psyche both.  

abounding bosom, succulent lips in pout;

will get laid today, no doubt.

in high heels, her derriere is shaking;

motherf@#$%, down its aching.

with dry eyes thinking self as whore;

naked. Hiding it? Not anymore.

abreast bastard is comforting

with every breath, i wish i was dying.

at the corner, where it was dark;

no sound of crickets nor dog's bark.

nabbed. From behind i grabbed her;

started fondling, she felt like fur.

God existed uptill now;

still want to have faith. How?

girl i am, curse it became;

Death,come! Can't live with shame.

curvacious body, soft skin. Got aroused;

slapped her and tore her blouse.

lovely bosom right in my front;

I poked my erection and rubbed her Cu#$.

in every possible way, he violated me;

Human or Animal. Who was he?

I fought & fought. Couldn't stop him.

God has turned deaf, it seem.

made her nude and slapped till core;

I spread her legs and turned into whore.

Rape is good and fornication divine;

whatever, i enjoyed and had good time......

 

                                                   SORE OF HEART - IV 

 

                                I speak when I am quite;

                                and quite when i speak.

                                I live when I am dead;

                                and dead when i breathe.

                                                 Alone when in crowd;

                                                 and in crowd when alone.

                                                 I sing when mum;

                                                 mum when I sing song.

        

                                I walk when I stand;

                                and stand when I walk.

                                In shock when in pleasure;

                                In pleasure when in shock.

        

                                                 I fail when I succeed;

                                                 And succeed when I fail.

                                                 Perplexing, confusing or deplorable; But

                                                 This is my life's tale.