Uncontrollable Unbosomings!

Memories of the past, still hovering in my mind. If those moments can reoccur, I still try to find. Learning how to walk, step by step. Knowing the value of words, their deepening effects. Getting a star in my notebook was immense victory, Which gave me more joy when mom gave a chocolate to a jocund me. Learning the world, their modus operandi, Mystified me always, the ways of living leurs vie. Crying on the first day of school.. My intense agony of being separated from my mother still makes me drool. The bygones retrospect inside me, As my nostalgic gaze lingers to find the same ecstasy. Those waves of happiness are perhaps imposter moments, Escorting you for a moment before exploding into silence.

Wrote this long time back..when a five-year-old was brutally raped in Delhi. She has a story to tell, A story of every other woman Where criminals ain't criminals, They are prestigious godmen. Aloof from the chaos, Lost in her own thoughts, Her gaze lingers, Searching for her own world. Her thoughts go back to that day, Playing in the park innocently, A man offers her chocolates, And she follows him with glee. But those sweet chocolates were never received, For the man turned out to be a dog, And she howled with pain, Having faced such brutality, Left to be buried under the grave. But she was alive, Found after two days, With an oil bottle and a candle The candle not giving light, The candle giving throes. Her life was all wan, She was treated to be stable, Which was pretty ironical As mentally she was highly unstable. A mere girl aged five, Occupied with the horror, Afraid to step out, Her dignity had been murd...