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            <title><![CDATA[I want to kill my daughter]]></title>
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            <pubDate>Thu, 09 Aug 2018 08:03:11 GMT</pubDate>
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            <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Don’t call it a deceit<br>No please no<br>Don’t call it a deceit<br>Call it my helplessness<br>Call it my fear<br>Call it my cowardice<br>But dear<br>Don’t call it a deceit</p><p>I too have shed tears<br>I too have undergone fears<br>I know darling what happens when pain sears<br>I know darling when hope tears</p><p>I too am the way like you WOULD be<br>I too am the way like you COULD be</p><p>Born to a household of six girls already<br>With one baby brother known as the king ready</p><p>Cursed I was,hit I was <br>even when <br>I neither knew the pain nor disdain<br>Bruised I was,pained I was<br>even then<br>I had to live with the scars within</p><p>Two square meals with burned bread and watery gravy<br>Seemed to me as my so called magnamimous luxury<br>Yes,to indulge in a play,Was a month of spanking<br>To indulge in brother’s toys,Was the whole family’s cursing<br>I too learned my way to live life happy<br>to keep my mouth shut and eat what was crappy<br>Brothers touched me,uncles molested me<br>Grandma hated me,aunts despised me<br>To indulge in me was everyone’s desire <br>But what happened to me was not at all dire</p><p>Darling I was married for loads of heavy dowry<br>Darling I was married for your father’s whole family<br>FATHER<br>I dont know whom to call your father<br>Is it my husband or his so called father</p><p>And now I am told you are about to come<br>And now I am told my fairy will breath in scum</p><p>But my princess there is an oath I have<br>Oath to love and oath to live<br>Oath to save my fairy from the same</p><p>I thought so hard to run from here<br>I tried so hard to take you there<br>Where you would be a princess<br>and eat whole food<br>Where you would be a princess<br>and play good games<br>But darling I was caught and beat to death<br>But darling even then I fought with all my strength</p><p>But dear I am sorry<br>I couldn’t keep my oath<br>But oath I would keep<br>To save you from their keep<br>Princess you have to go<br>But dont be afraid<br>I will save you from a life…..for a better life<br>I will take your life…..to give you a better life</p><p>You know am crying<br>You know I am sorry<br>But yes I am happy<br>Don’t call it a deceit<br>No please no<br>Don’t call it a deceit</p><img src="https://medium.com/_/stat?event=post.clientViewed&referrerSource=full_rss&postId=6cae97011df1" width="1" height="1" alt="">]]></content:encoded>
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            <title><![CDATA[Death by choice]]></title>
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            <pubDate>Thu, 09 Aug 2018 08:01:42 GMT</pubDate>
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            <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><em>Yes Sahib, be patient soon we will have a view of the lions, said the mahaut (the elephant rider).</em><br>Sahib I was atleast in these woods and it felt good to be called so.</p><p>It was sheer cooperation that would have been the key.<br>As the sun became brittle and the westerlies were still moving we never thought that the jungles would still remain at their enticing best.<br>A few minutes ago the wind was playing havoc and I never knew that you would be even ready to move out for a round of fun exploring these lions.</p><p><em>You had been crappily irritating, but then that was then.</em><br><em>You nagged and made me realise that hell is very near and it all depends just on the partner you choose.</em><br><em>But yes that was all before.Days have changed is what they say.</em><br><em>I tried my best to not think of those days.</em></p><p>I can hear the birds flying suddenly, the packs circling as if they have the lead of something close.<br>The simple sounds of monkeys swaying from the gulmohurs is good enough to catch the excitement of any one.And for a group like ours which has been just to savour the pleasure of a lion feasting in front of us, this doesn’t seem a wrong moment.<br>When Anita first told me of this safari I wasn’t much excited.<br>Even the whole idea of trekking in the open on an elephant with just the mahaut and no other safety dint excite me.<br>She said that this would be our retribution, of going away from the past which was lonesome and scary.<br>When we had distrust and disregard for days at a a stretch.Maybe this was the reason for which we never had children.</p><p><em>But I never was the one who cheated. It was you and you alone who was with Romy, the so called Ramesh all these days.</em><br><em>On days when I used to cry for her she used to cry with pleasure while lying in the arms of him writhing like a snake.</em><br><em>The shame was too much and maybe the end was too small.</em> <br><em>I gave her too much and yet wanted too little.</em></p><p>But after these years she seems to have repented of her sins.And when she asked me to come here I couldn’t say no.<br>And once when I saw these jungles I couldn’t say no.Spellbounded by the majestic thicket that they had.Light had diffculty coming down from the dense cacophony of trees.<br>Land lay moist of the marks of predators we shuddered even to think.And always the tranquil sound of the river flowing nearby.<br>I immediately fell in love with the place and all over again with Anita.<br>This was supposed to be my best vacation ever.</p><p><em>I don’t know if this excuse was as lame as the others cause yesterday night I saw something which I shouldn’t.Somehow her mobile lay near me and the urge was uncontrollable.Even the time when we were together she was virtually with Romy.Even the things I told her were going at the speed of light to him.They were having fun on behest of me.</em><br><em>This was more than enough with me exactly knowing what to do, now.</em></p><p>I had bribed the mahaut enough knowing that there are not many needs of poor men.<br>Now all that was needed was the arrival of lion.One small push and the rest would be history.Nobody would ever know how and what happened.The only thing known would be a vacation gone terse.<br>And lo behold what I see is not one lion but a pack of lions raging a war with hunger.<br>There have been cases of man eating animals and this was evident by the way they were charging towards us.<br>Just any second from now the lions would have their fill and I would have my revenge.<br>A small thud it would be and Anita would be what she is, nothing but a dead remorseless body.</p><p>Soon,the thud was heard and death was seen.There was a lot of tearing of flesh and gnawing of bones.The beasts showed why they were called the beasts in the first place.<br>Even before help could come the body was torn beyond recognition.</p><p>When the resuce team came nobody could tell what happened cause the plan was buried with the dead man, the man who was the progenitor of death was devoured by death itself.</p><p><em>Anita knew that even a poor man had needs and she had made sure that even his seven generations would live happily.The mahaut dint take time to change sides and to push the sahib off the elephants back.</em><br><em>Cause Anita had given him a lot more than money, she had given him a piece of herself as well on that day,now both were party to the crime.</em></p><img src="https://medium.com/_/stat?event=post.clientViewed&referrerSource=full_rss&postId=768571c59e3b" width="1" height="1" alt="">]]></content:encoded>
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            <title><![CDATA[Ohhh that life]]></title>
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            <pubDate>Thu, 09 Aug 2018 08:00:02 GMT</pubDate>
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            <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Ohhh that life<br>With smashing pumpkins and sloshing bottles<br>Ohhh that life<br>With you in my arms<br>And hugs so complete<br>With ur trinkets making noises<br>And ur laughter filling voices</p><p>Ohhh that life when I would know that knowledge is what completes us<br>Humor is what drives us<br>Crying would keep us real <br>And sex would keep us emotional<br>Ohhh that life when your lips would not be kissed but devoured<br>When your eyes would be mine<br>And dreams would be shared</p><p>Ohhh that life when life would be free <br>Not fraught by stupidity <br>Not bound by nayness</p><p>When we would dance whenever we would feel like<br>When you would offer me sangria to celebrate my cooking<br>When we would right books which we would believe in</p><p>Ohhh that life when the sun would set with stories <a href="http://told.by/">told.by</a> you<br>When I would look next to me and see a woman who had a dream and she did her best to achieve her dream<br>A woman who never gave up<br>A girl who was the lady for what she did her life</p><p>A lady who will be my fair lady always<br>When I will tell my kids about her<br>They would be as proud as I would be</p><p>Ohhh that life where Elysium would mate with reality<br>That life where we would be what we want to be<br>Best is what we aimed to be<br>And yet mediocre with arrogance at bay<br>With tonnes of sleep and laziness in the sheets</p><p>We will make a story<br>Which would be beautiful<br>But more important than that it would be a story worth listening to a million times <br>Ohhh that , life</p><img src="https://medium.com/_/stat?event=post.clientViewed&referrerSource=full_rss&postId=c1e2df146603" width="1" height="1" alt="">]]></content:encoded>
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