I am sorry

I am sorry
I am no one to distress you with pain
You are a nice person
And I can not be the reason for your pain

You are a nice person
You cannot see me lost
But that doesn't mean
I can make you laughter exhaust.

You said I can call you
Call you in times of need
Whenever I feel low and am crying
I should call rather than doing so

I am sorry
I can't do that
I will never call you
And make you aware of my vulnerability
The pain the loneliness
Is for me and can never be your gain

I am gonna be to myself
Keep all the cries and worries to my soul
You are not here
to take care of her tormented soul

You have a girl
Of whom you should take care of
And leave this one for once and all now!

I am no one to take away
any moment of  your happiness
I should be just left out
Of your way of merriness

I will try to be away from you
As far as possible
Won't bother you with anything
And be like I never really existed.

For it pains me to put you in pain
And pains more if I am the reason putting you in pain!

I am sorry

If you are listening .... Listen Carefully!

Dear Sir
It's not a game
With feelings and emotions attached
It's not all that bearable now!

I see her having sleepless nights
one after another
night by night
waking up to painful bruises
in her heart
for being treated like shit!

Could you not disrespect her atleast
If you cannot respect her at all?
Could you not hurt her
If you cannot give her happiness at all?
And
Could you not give her tears
If you cannot bring a smile on her face at all?

For her eyes are really tired of crying all the time now!

I am a Woman..Not an Object

This is my first post on DOV's and trust me my excitement is boundless...Its somehow like a small dream coming true..

But, even being my first topic..it might be a little gruesome to start with..

The newest gruesomest barbaric act by a 22 year old asshole in our capital Delhi.

5 year old being raped and 200ml oil bottle and candles inserted in that kid.. (Ouch!! Cant Imagine..), locked up in a room for 3 days hungry and undetected, and also that ass tried to strangulate that little baby.

The police tried to give 2000 bucks to the family to "settle" the case. The kid's relatives were lathi-charged on the streets by police.

Ok, now what do our politicians, the khaps, the so-called baba's have to say..

Ohh..maybe that 5 year old was super sexy and seductive .maybe she was wearing revealing clothes, or maybe she gave her consent to sex right?

She didn't call him "brother" or didn't say a "saraswati mantra"

Or maybe it was just absolutely ok.. because she was a female..

A 5 year old is cute, naughty, sweet not hot, sexy and a babe..its a baby..

Even if a case goes on, the verdict will come after 10 years giving the 22 year old son-of-a-bitch a 5 year "rigorous" imprisionment and Rs. 15,000 fine..

So..that is the value of a the life of a small baby and the pain and trauma endured by her.

The woman Chief Minister is quiet...The woman who literally has the Govt in her closed corrupt fist has nothing to say..

Our Govt is busy passing stupid laws to "Ban Pornography" "Close bars" "Ban smooch scenes in movies" but is taking its sweet time to pass the life changing "rape law" and "lokpal bills"

We don't want another Nirbhaya..We don't want candles lit...We don't want to be named "dented and tainted"..We don,t want to be told what to wear and what not to...We don,t want to walk in fear in dark alleys at any time of the day...We don't want to be forever anxious to let our little kids play alone...

We want freedom..We want to live a secure life..We want JUSTICE

Silence !

“Hmm….”, he murmured.

“Okay…..a little here and a little there…..but will it be okay??”, he asked himself.

It was quiet difficult thing for him to come to a conclusion.

As making decisions was not his cup of tea.

With his girlfriend he had always been on the bad side of making decisions.

The decision to leave her taking the shield that he doesn’t feel the same intensity of love now like he used to feel earlier, was making him to suffer.

She surely loved him a lot.

The colors were flying.

Flowing out of the tubes…onto the canvas….Black….white….purple….red.

Colors make life….Life make colors.

His hands started drawing. Drawing something which even he didn’t know.

He was in good mood. Mood to paint and draw.

He allowed his soul’s freedom to mix with the essence of colors on the palette and the words of his thoughts, trying to come out from the jail of his mind.

Hands were moving.

Structure was being erected.

Confused what it was….he simply kept drawing.

What he liked was her beauty.

Internal…external.

Beautiful in all ways that a girl can be.

Body well built, face well suited.

Her hands moving on his face, fingers entangled in his hairs, he lying in her lap…he surely misses her.

Her crystal laugh, sweet smile…endless talks…and loads of love!!! 

Life was life with her.

Meaning, value, spice, aim…everything was there with her to live.

But his irresponsible move made her go away.

He tried bringing her back but a lot late after it had been too late to apologize.

He tried marking her path, jotting her life, to get back to her, but she had closed all the doors.

She was hurt. Her respect was lost.

Her love for him was insulted.

He was her life and life without respect was a waste for her.

Memories flashes are always ecstatic.

He was once again in love with her.

He was having the urge to go back to her again.

He was wanting to meet her, hold her in her arms, kiss her.

He wanted her back no.

He will talk to her, he made this as his first thing to do after his hands will finish their dance on the canvas.

Colors were still flowing in full co-ordination of his hands.

And this continued for hours.

He was not tired.

Not bored.

He wanted to finish the piece and then go and see his love.

And after few hours he did finish it

Startled to see the image….he was thrown back.

He almost fainted to the ground.

He sat In the corner of the room.

Dumbstruck.

Senseless.

“What have I drawn?”, he thought in his mind and held hi head.

“How is this even possible!!!”.

He had no idea.

Painting has just turned up-to his worst nightmare.

His sense were gone.

No idea about what was going around….he went to pick up his cell phone.

Searched in the contacts for her.

Her name was still there with the name she had saved it with.

‘Love’.

He called and some guy answered.

“Can I talk to Sarika?”, he somehow spoke.

“She’s dead. She committed suicide this morning”, and the broken voice disconnected the call.

His soul was torn.

Torn into a million pieces.

Pieces that just couldn’t be brought together now.

No news of him for 2 days worried his neighbors.

They barged into his house to discover his body hanging from the roof fan, with a painting of  a girl in similar manner in the background in complete Silence.

Smita

"I love you to the moon and back"

"Taylor Swift performed a new song,  “Ronan,”  to raise money for patients battling cancer. Her song “Ronan” specifically was intended to draw attention to cancer in children and to tell the story of one little blue-eyed boy.

Maya Thompson, Ronan’s mother, had no idea that when she showed up to one of Taylor Swift’s meet and greets, Taylor would already know who she was. Taylor and her family had been following Maya’s blog about her son’s fight against Neuroblastoma for months, and were devastated to learn that Ronan’s battle with cancer was over; he had died on May 9 2011, just three days short of his fourth birthday.

After reading Maya’s blog, Taylor was inspired to write a tribute, not just to Ronan, but also to children suffering from cancer and their families who support them. In the song, Taylor takes the point of view of Ronan’s mother, Maya, as she grieves her son’s passing. Although the song draws details from Maya and Ronan’s own life, the song is relatable to anyone who has experienced the heartache of losing someone dear to them."

This isn't a funny post. Or a story. Or an anecdote.
I just wanted to share this story, and this song with all of you people who read DOV.

I am a huge Taylor fan but this song isn't about her, it's about this 3 year old boy, and his mother. And I swear to God, this made me bawl my eyes out.

It's sad. The beautiful kind of sad.

Rest in peace Ronan. :]

P.S : If any of you are the 'buy-all-songs-on-iTunes-person' , do buy this song as all the proceeds shall go towards charity.

Love