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Friday, October 22, 2021

Certified Crazy → 3

 


"Mami, what happened?"

The small shout made both Aashi and Arnav jump apart. 

Khushi just got a big smile knowing exactly who was there.

"Arav..." the name left her lips easily.

"Mami..." Arav came in front of her pushing Arnav from the way. "Give side, Mamu."

He again turned to Khusi after glaring at Arnav who just gaped at the little boy.

"What happened? Why are you here? Are you fine?" his eyes already getting teary looking at his mami in a hospital bed.

"Arav baccha, I'm completely fine. It's just dizziness." Khushi reassured Arav.

"But..." before he could voice out his thought Aashi interrupted.

"Bhai, arshi is coming,"  Aashi declared with a big grin. 

"No...You are lying." Arav urged not believing what he just heard.

"Bhai, I never lie." Aashi declared. 

Arav looked at her for a few seconds to make sure she was telling the truth and started jumping in excitement.

"Oh my god aashi, I'm so happy,"

Aashi joined her brother in sharing her excitement by jumping around in the middle of a hospital room.

Others present in the room just stood there not knowing what exactly was going on between the duo of brother-sister.

"Arav," Arnav said gaining his attention, "Who arshi? Your girlfriend?"

Arnav was just trying to tease his nephew not knowing what his words did to Shyam.

Shyam Jha nearly suffered a panic attack at Arnav's question.

"Arav you are just thirteen." Shyam yelled," How could you make a girlfriend? On top of that, how could you involve aashi here? She is too small."

Anjali stopped herself from rolling her eyes at her husbands' antics when he looked at her.

"Rani Sahiba look, what your son does in school? Oh my god, what will be his future? How can he be a lawyer now," Shyam asked breathing heavily like he will pass out any second?

"Oh come on dad,  I'm thirteen, not three. " Arav said rolling his eyes.

"But aashi is seven, not seventeen." Shyam glared at his son, "You cannot talk about your girlfriend, which you shouldn't have by the way, with little aashi."

"But dad, Arshi is not my girlfriend," Arav said.

"What? She is not. " Shyam confirmed only to turn to Arnav, "Sale Sahab, you don't give my Arav ideas."

"Me? But when did I...I" Arnav muttered. "Khusi..." He wined making his already giggling wife laugh more.

Arav and Aashi exchanged a look and shook their head at their parents' antics.

"Uff, papa, and mamma, Arshi is coming ." Aashi started gaining everyone's attention.

 "We were talking about the little one who is about to enter our life," Arav explained further.

"Thank God ." Shyam sighed heavily listening to that while others just smiled how they had already decided a name for their little sibling too.

"And how do you know it's a baby girl Arav?" Anjali asked wanting to know what his son would say.

"I just know." Arav declared. Aashi nodded along.

They were precious, thought the elders in the room.

"And SJ, I'm not little. Now, I'm going to be a big sister." Aashi pointed out her disliking at what her SJ said about her being little.

"Also dad who said I am going to be a lawyer? I will be anything but a lawyer." Arav said in an annoyed tone not liking what his father was planning about his future.

The expression on Shyam Jha's face was worth framing. It was as if he would burst into tears any second.

"SJ, don't worry! I'll be a lawyer for you." Aashi tried cheering her SJ not liking him sad.

Everyone present in the room could just coo at her innocence.

 Arnav and Shyam were looking at her with different emotions.

"Aashi, you need to be a businesswoman." Both Arnav and Shyam said in unison. 

Though Shyam was grateful that at least aashi said that much for him, he knew Aashi was too much like Arnav to be anything but a businesswoman. But unlike Arnav she would have Khusi's personality to make people love her more than fear her.

"Ok." aashi agreed without any second thought.

When Arav heard that he started laughing hard. Others who were busy admiring aashi were startled by his wild laughter.

"Bhai, this is not funny," Aashi said not liking her brother laughing at her statement.

"Really? Who was going to be a doctor till yesterday? " Arav asked in a teasing tone.

"As Sj said,  I'm only seven not seventeen and with a new day I want to be a new thing." Aashi declared as if that was a most normal thing to do.

Everyone laughed listening to her not to forget excluding Arnav and Shyam who were too shocked to react. They thought their aashi was innocent.

"Oh my god, I'm in love with you both," Ridhima said between her laughter referring to Arnav and Shyam looking at their expression.

"Riddhima..." someone called from behind in a shocked tone.

"Armaan." Riddhima smiled more brightly looking at the person standing at the door.

"Riddhima, you don't love me?" Armaan said with eyes full of tears.

"What are you saying, Dr.Armaan?" Riddhima asked getting a little angry. How can he say that she didn't love him?

"You said you love them," Armaan asked pointing at two who were still dazed thinking about aashi and her talk.

"Armaan, you are impossible. " Riddhima said rolling her eyes. "They were looking so cute and I  just happen to say that. For your information, they are married and have children," she explained like explaining to a curious kid.

"Oh. But, you love me right?" he asked making a really cute face.

"I love you, Armaan Malik," Riddhima said in a babyish tone pulling both his cheeks and swinging at how cute he looked.

 Armaan just blushed and smiled more. His dimples showing.

"Oh my god,  Dr. Armaan, you have dimples."Khushi jumped out of bed nearly giving a heart attack to almost everyone with her shout and jump.  

"Gosh mami, what was that?" Arav asked in a shocked tone controlling his heartbeat.

"Look di," Khusi said referring to Anjali and jumped like a small kid moving near Armaan who was already red due to blushing.

"Omg, You are right Khushiji," both girls stood on either side of Armaan getting all excited.

"Dr. Armaan please smile," Khusi asked to which Anjali supported nodding her head vigorously.

Armaan blushed deep red standing beside Riddhima not knowing what to do.

"Khushi,"

"Rani Sahiba," 

Their husbands yelled.

Both Arnav and Shyam were annoyed. They were considerate enough till it was SRK. He was an actor and a heart-throb but that does not mean you started to gush over anyone's dimple including the doctor.

And the doctor in question was still blushing like a new bride.

"Dr. Ridhima, Sorry for this. It's just we just love dimples." Khushi said going all dreamy completely ignoring her annoyed husband and brother.

"Oh come on. Why would I mind? You can touch them if you want." Riddhima said in a no-nonsense tone completely missing the baffled expression of Armaan standing behind her.

"Riddhima, I am your husband," Armaan said in a completely baffled tone.

"So are we." Arnav and Shyam said together.

"What? How can you be the husband of my Riddhima." Armaan demanded. His dimples disappear for the dislike of Khusi and Anjali.

"Are you insane? I am talking about my Khushi." Arnav was ready to strangle this doctor.

"And I'm talking about my Rani Sahiba ."Shyam too was annoyed.

 The trio was glaring at each other through Armaan was relieved too. His wife was his. Thank God. 

Arav and Aashi shared a look. It was enough.

"Are you all mad? This is a hospital. You two are doctors." Arav declared referring to Armaan and Riddhima. "And Raizadaz's and Jha's, you are behaving like kids."

Aashi nodded along at each of her brother's words like an obedient sister.

"Mami, you are pregnant. Why are you jumping around? And mom you too are supporting her? Dad and Mamu, you two are getting jealous over dimples. Seriously?"

Arav scolded everyone as if he was the eldest among all.

Everyone stood bending their head in front of Arav as naughty kids do in front of a strict teacher at getting caught doing mischief.

"Sorry." everyone muttered in unison still bending their head.

Aashi giggled looking at her family behaving like her friends.

Arav too couldn't stop himself. 

"You're all crazy you know," Arav said between his laughter.

"Bhai, cute also," Aashi added supporting her brother.

All could just give sheepish smiles to the kids.


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Tuesday, October 19, 2021

Certified Crazy → 2

 


"Aashi baccha, please don't cry," Arnav muttered, softly rocking his little princess who was crying clinging to him.

"Papa you too," Aashi too whispered wiping her's as well as her papa's tear who was crying along with her.

Shyam Jha who was witnessing all the drama on repeat from the time they entered the hospital (as Khusi was rushed to ICU), could just roll his eyes. 

It was like pause, rewind, and play, he thought. Arnav would ask Aashi to stop crying. Aashi would repeat his words wiping both of their tears and again they will start from the beginning. 

"Shyamji." the voice of his wife finally allowed Shyam to sigh in relief.

Anjali Jha previously Raizada,  was the only sister of Arnav Singh Raizada and lovely wife of Shyam. She had arrived at the hospital as soon as her husband had called informing her about Khusiji fainting.

"Thank god you are here. Please, please make them stop. They have been at it since office," Shyam pleaded to his wife. " I am sure some of the staff fainted seeing their devil boss crying like a baby. Make them stop or I will start myself." 

Anjali eyed the crying duo who were still in their own world and then again at her husband and his swollen eyes.

"As if you didn't already..." Anjali affirmed knowing exactly how much her husband loved his sister in everything but blood. Like Arnav could do anything for his di, he could go at any length for Khusiji. 

"It's not like that. It's just...I..." Shyam stammered.

"Yeah yeah, you were not crying. Just some dust went into your eyes," Shyam couldn't decide if she was teasing him or getting sarcastic.

"Anyway, you go bring something for Aashi. I will see them," Anjali spoke looking at the father-daughter duo who were still crying in each other's embrace.

Shyam nodded knowing his wife will do as she said. He moved away not before giving her a hug. He knew it wasn't easy for her too.

"Aashi," Anjali called softly after reaching the duo.

"Bua," Aashi flung herself at Anjali and cried harder clinging to Anjali. Anjali could understand the inner turmoil of the little girl who was seeing her mother in the hospital for the second time in just months. 

"Princess, " Anjali whispered while stroking her hair, "Don' cry baccha. You will make yourself sick."

"Mamma..hiccup...Mamma..." Aashi couldn't even form a sentence.

"Mamma is fine baccha. She was a little weak so she fainted. Doctor uncle said there is nothing to worry about,"  Anjali reassured the crying child.

Aashi looked at her with hopeful eyes," Pakka."

"Pakka promise," Anjali replied while wiping little Aashi's tears.

Making sure Aashi was fine, Anjali turned towards her brother.

"Chote, instead of stopping aashi from crying, you are crying yourself."

 Before Anjali could put some more sense in her brother, the doctor who was checking Khushi came out from the ICU.

"Hello, I'm Dr. Riddhima...Why are they crying ???" Riddhima asked seeing two people still sniffing slightly completely forgetting what she was about to say.

"Hello, Dr. Riddhima. I'm Anjali. They are my brother Arnav and his daughter Aashi. They are crying as Khusiji fainted." Anjali replied.

"Oh.." Riddhima sounded amused.

"How is my wife? Is she fine?" Arnav asked impatiently not knowing how his Khusi was doing.

"No need to worry Mr. Raizada. Your wife is all good." No sooner had those words left her mouth, a beautiful smile graced the face of two crying souls.

"In fact, I have good news for you Mr. Raizada," Riddhima smiled seeing a surprised expression on his face.

Riddhima paused letting the suspense built. Looking at the anxious look shot her way, she decided to end their misery.

"Congratulations Mr. Raizada, You are going to be a father." 

She had expected them to jump in surprise, cry in happiness. She had thought they might even hug her. But, they exceeded her expectation with what followed next.

"But I'm already a father,"  Arnav responded looking completely confused.

"Yes, I'm his daughter." Aashi too nodded supporting her dad.

Anjali who was herself ready to jump with the news of being bua for the second time, stood there like a statue for seconds before she shared a look with the doctor in a similar predicament and both burst into fits of laughter.

"Oh god! You two are so cute. " Riddhima cooed between giggles.

"Top class fools you mean," Anjali supplied still laughing.

Two innocent souls stood there not knowing what was so funny.

"Di, what's funny?" Arnav asked getting annoyed. Here, his Khushi was unwell and he was not able to think properly in worry. On top of that, this doctor goes on congratulating him for being a father which he was already for years. And now these two are laughing like mad.

"Everything Chote, everything," Anjali replied now merely giggling looking at her brother getting annoyed. He still was a kid she thought, with a kid of himself. The thought again made her laugh.

Seeing him getting angry, Riddhima thought to end his misery.

"Mr. Raizada, you are a father already and we know that." She spoke calmly.

"But Chote who said you cannot be a father for a second time." Anjali who had finally calmed herself put some sense in his brother who just stops thinking if it's about his wife or daughter.

It didn't take Arnav to grasp what they were trying to say. His Khusi...His Khushi was pregnant. He was going to be a dad.

"Papa..." Aashi frowned at his father who was squealing as well as crying.

"Oh my god Aashi, you are going to be a big sister. I'm going to be a father again. There is a new member of the Raizada family on the way." Arnav said twirling Aashi in the air.

"Ohh...I am going to be a big sister." Aashi too yelped with enthusiasm.

"What happened to them? Have they gone crazy because of crying? " Shyam who just arrived frowned looking at aashi and Arnav jumping like frogs.

"Is Khusi fine?" he asked not knowing what caused that reaction.

"Shyamji, Khusiji is fine.They are just happy as they got the good news." Anjali patted her husband's arm to soothe his worry.

"Good news?" Shyam asked confused.

"You are going to be a mama," Anjali replied grinning widely.

"But I'm already mama," Shyam argued. 

Anjali and Riddhima could just snicker again looking at the confused soul.

"Oh Anjali, I have to say, you have a very crazy family," Riddhima said.

"You haven't seen even the half of it, Dr. Rhidhima. They can make any sane person insane." the fondness in Anjali's voice while talking about her family wasn't missed by Riddhima.

"Rani Sahiba," Shyam called not knowing what was so funny.

"Shyamji, can't one be a mama again ?"Anjali asked the same question to her dear husband which she asked her brother.

" Oh...oh." Shyam expressed all ready to jump but thought better of it. Rather he turned towards the jumping duo to congratulate them only to see no one there.

"Where are they?" he asked looking at his wife confusedly.

"They went inside the room." Riddhima pointed towards the room from where she had come out.

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"Khushi, I'm going to be father, again." Arnav beamed at his wife who was now wide awake and thrilled with the news of being a mother for the second time.

"Oh, mamma I'm going to be a big sister." Aashi shared here papa's excitement.

"You both are happy right?" Khushi asked just to be sure. Though she was over the moon herself listening to the news of her pregnancy, she still wanted to confirm from them.

"Of course," the father-daughter duo replied while hugging her.

"Khushi..." Arnav started," from today no more work in the kitchen."

"But..." Khushi tried protesting only to stop at the two pairs of eyes glaring at her.

"Also, I think from tomorrow itself, I should be working from home." Arnav said in a calculative tone.

"Then I'll also study from home." Aashi jumped in nodding along with her papa's decision.

"Are you both out of your mind? I'm just one month pregnant. " Khusi yelled. "You, Mr. Raizada will be working from the office and little Raizada, you'll be going to school regularly."

Khushi warned the duo in a no-nonsense tone.

"Ok, mom."

"Ok, Khushi."

The father-daughter duo nodded readily but Khusi knew better. That was just for trying to end the topic but Khusi too knew the deal.

"I know you both are just agreeing here and will turn your back when we reach home," Khushi sniffed faking tears.

The duo looked like deer caught in a headlight.

"No, no Khushi, we would do no such thing. Don't cry, please. We will do as you say," Arnav agreed without a second thought.

"Yes, mamma Sorry. I'll also go to school regularly." Aashi too agreed instantly. Her mamma shouldn't cry, Aashi thought. Though she was papa's princess, she love her mom too much.

"Promise ?"Khushi asked. Her eyes were still glassy.

"Promise ." Both swore immediately.

Khushi felt like pulling their cheeks. They were just too innocent and easily manipulated.

She extended her both arms asking for a hug. The trio was having a family hug while Arnav placed a hand on Khusii's stomach making her smile.

Three people standing at the door could just smile at these crazy but sweet lovers.

Suddenly, someone entered inside the room like a hurricane pushing three people standing at the door out.

"Mami, what happened?"


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Wednesday, October 13, 2021

Certified Crazy → 1

 



Aashi Singh Raizada, the little princess of her father Arnav Singh Raizada and Jalebi Kumari of her mother Khusi Singh Raizada, was a little impatient girl. She was there in front of her papa's office for the first time but her mom was busy chatting with guards of the office. So, the little Aashi entered her papa's office building in search of her dear Papa, leaving her mom behind.

Directly moving towards the reception, Aashi climbed the sofa kept near the desk. Keeping her both hand on the desk she inquired about her papa.

"Can I meet my papa?" Aashi asked Priya, the receptionist of her papa's office.

"What is your name, little princess?" asked Priya instead. Her face showing confusion looking at the little girl.

"Aashi. Aashi Singh..." She hadn't even completed her sentence when someone interrupted her.

"You, little girl, don't you know sofas are for sitting," shouted Sheetal, arrogance literally dripping from her voice. 

The little Aashi too could feel something not right about the girl and mentally noted to complain to her dad.

"Who is she ?" Aashi asked Priya, who was already standing in front of her, hiding her.

"Sheetal, a very arrogant woman," Priya said. " I also don't like her," Priya added the last part as an afterthought.

"Look Sheetalji, I will do whatever I want to do in my papa's office." Little Aashi replied not liking this Sheetalji at all.

"Your papa's office. Do you even know whose office is this little girl?" asked Sheetal, her tone mocking. 

"Sheetalji." Aashi started only to get cut off.

"And what is with your Sheetalji. I'm Sheetal ...Sheetal Gupta" claimed Sheetal.

"You are also Gupta," Aashi asked. Her eyes going wide in shock.

Sheetal just nodded not knowing what made the little girl so shocked.

"But how can you be Gupta. My mom is also Gupta but she is so beautiful, so polite but you are ....." Aashi left her sentence midway giving a really horrified expression.

"How dare you," Sheetal shouted, not being able to handle insult from such a small girl.

"Aashi or you can even say Aashiji, I won't mind." Aashi supplied cutely, her eyes twinkling remembering how her mom used the same for some rude aunty.

The small group that had formed around the duo was laughing outright. They didn't even have the decency to look sheepish. Their opinion towards Sheetal was too clear.

"You spoiled brat. Didn't your mother teach you any manners? But what could be expected from a down-market middle-class mother? " Sheetal uttered venomously. She didn't like how she was made a laughing stock in front of her own colleagues by this brat.

That was like the last struck for Aashi. She came from a family where her mother was loved and respected more than anyone. But that aunty had just said bad words about her mother. She knew it was bad cause she had heard them before when someone had said it to someone in a store and her mom had taught her to never say those words about anyone.

"Papa," Aashi shouted loud enough to make Sheetal squeal at the sudden shriek.

Shyam Jha, husband of Anjali Raizada, the only son-in-law of the Raizada family who was returning back after meeting Arnav, his brother-in-law was startled to hear Aashi shouting.

He quickly made his way to the front of the crowd where he could see Aashi still standing over the sofa. She was glaring at one of the employees with her cheeks puffed and hands on her hips, just like her mom but her deadly stare was exactly like her papa.

"Aashi, what are you doing here??" Shyam asked getting near Aashi and picking her in his arm.

"SJ, what are you doing here?"Aashi questioned him instead.

"Came to meet Arnav. But why are you here? That too alone," Shyam asked once again.
"Me too. And I am not alone. I came with mom. She is talking to guard uncles outside." Aashi replied with a grin on her face.

"And why were you shouting??" Shyam asked getting a little suspicious.

But instead of answering, she asked him to put her down which he did without objection. But before Aashi could reply, Sheetal spoke.

"You Mr. " before Shyam could speak, she continued," I don't care about you or your name. Just keep your brat daughter under control," 

"Look Sheetalji, first of all, he is not my papa. He is my SJ. Secondly, why are you shouting? We have good hearing. You don't need to keep shouting like
 mad. "Aashi replied calmly as if talking to a child.
And with that everyone present laughed once again really loving this little cute girl who was showing arrogant Sheetal her right place.
"Such a spoilt, arrogant, and unrespectful child you are. I am sure your mother is just like that. Like mother, like daughter." Sheetal yelled not caring either who was listening.

Arnav and Khushi who entered the scene that moment stopped in their track. Khushi was really shocked to listen to such words for her that to from some unknown girl whereas Arnav was already murdering Sheetal in his head for her use of such words for his dear wife and daughter.

Khushi who was shocked a few seconds back was now afraid to see three pairs of hands forming into fists. She very well knew how protective her husband, daughter, and brother-in-law ( who consider her as his little sister), were about her especially after last year, when she met with a deadly accident and was in the hospital for one whole month.

Already knowing what the three will do, Khusi reacted at once.

"Stop right there all three of you ...." Khusi shouted seeing the trio already moving towards Sheetal. She was sure if she had not to stop them they would have strangled the girl.

Sheetal grinned seeing ASR but her smile slowly was wiped from her face when she saw the look her boss was giving her. It sure was not a friendly one even she could tell. Yet she tried her luck.

"Look ASR, this little kid... " Sheetal started only to jump in fear at ASR's declaration.

"Aashi. Aashi Singh Raizada, my daughter. Dare you utter a word against her or my wife." Arnav roared. His whole frame shaking in anger.

Sheetal shivered already realizing her blunder and knowing ASR, anyone could say what will come next. As expected, ASR started, 

"Ms. Sheetal, you are..."

"Papa, I will say."Aashi jumped excitedly to utter his father's favorite dialogue.

Arnav looked confusedly at Khusi who facepalmed already knowing what her daughter wanted. Arnav just shrugged and nodded at his princess. Little Aashi grinned widely and turned towards Sheetal again. She made her little stature stretch for impact and imitated her papa.

"Ms. Sheetal, you are fired."  

Sheetal looked like she was going to cry.

"Aashi how do you know I was going to say the same thing? " Arnav asked in disbelief.

"Common papa I know you. " Aashi replied like some old woman giving proud smile to her dad.

"Aw, my princess I'm proud of you. " Arnav said. His voice carrying the pride for his little princess.

"Yes princess, we are proud of you. Keep it up. " Shyam supported Arnav's words patting Aashi's head lovingly.

Khushi who was astounded seeing aashi acting the same as her father was now angry looking at these two men in anger. How dare they encourage her daughter to fire someone?

"What do you mean by you are proud? " Khushi questioned them. Her eyes were red in anger and her hands were already on her hips. Her eyes were narrowed dangerously at the duo.

The two men in question gulped and mentally prayed to Khusi's Devi Maiya to save them.

"Khusi..oh..I.." Arnav tried to speak something but the look his wife gave them made him shut up. Hearing a few gasps, Arnav mentally facepalmed. Today was just not his day. He can only pray his staff does not get a heart attack by the time his wife is finished with him.

And Shyam didn't even dare to open his mouth knowing it was of no use

"Mom, "Aashi decided to try her luck after seeing her papa and SJ all put out. She knew she was the third in line to get the scolding.

"You little one, not a word. Why did you come inside without waiting for me? "argued Khushi before Aashi would charm her way out.

The whole office staff watched the scene unfolding in front of them with open mouths since this was the first time they were seeing their boss all silent and standing with his head down and listening to his wife like an obedient kid.

It was a historic day for them really. First, they got to witness a cute little girl calling herself Aashi and the office as her papa's putting the arrogant Sheetal in her place. They then witnessed their boss's declaration and Sheetal's firing from office. But what they were seeing now just topped it all. All had just one thing in mind, Arnav Singh Raizada may be their boss but Khushi Kumari Gupta Singh Raizada (the name their's boss's wife had used while scolding their boss) ruled him.

"You three really disappointed me today." Khushi ended the reprimand at last.

Her voice was shaky not just for speaking so long but her body too felt weak. Just as she tried to take a step forward, the world around her started spinning and finally blackened just as she muttered, 

"Arnavji..." 


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Saturday, September 11, 2021

Final Scribble

 


The softness of her orbs, swirling with innocence while looking around the cruelty girdling her adobe was all a delirium created by she herself to deceive the bluntness of her feelings that might cut the beholder's skin with her sharpness and the hideous monstrous side that ought to be feared in spite of the skinny appearance of the angel which just blanketed the strength to split someone from the core cause the devil is the next name for perfection and she, is not a devil, she is the devil in disguise of the ultimate angel.
The blank page kept getting scribbled by his not-so-perfect writing as the words kept flowing completing his vision of her Voiceless Voices.


#VoicelessVoices
#Completed
Date: 13th June 2020

It's not the end until the end, she whispered and scribbled a few words...
Chaotic Chaos.
#ComingSoon

Sunday, September 5, 2021

Voiceless Voices : 10

  Issue 10 

  

          29 March 2020

She walked ahead, stumbling
on the rocky surface, bleeding
leaving behind the dark trail
of blood, of scars, like the patches
in the white surface of the moon.

ꜱʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴀ ꜱʜᴀᴅᴏᴡ ɢʟᴏᴡɪɴɢ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀᴛᴄʜᴇꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴀ ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛɪꜰᴜʟ ꜰᴜʟʟ ᴍᴏᴏɴ. 

She smiled finding herself
 glowing over her own 
shadow after a long wait of 
full moon in the dark 
new moon.
🕂🕂🕂🕂
   14 April 2020
like ashes, she was.
burnt 
yet 
alive 
-  in fragments.

ꜱʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴛʜᴏꜱᴇ ᴀꜱʜᴇꜱ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴏꜱᴇ ᴅᴀʀᴋᴇꜱᴛ ᴏꜰ ɴɪɢʜᴛꜱ ɢɪᴠɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʀᴍᴛʜ

🕂🕂🕂🕂
14 April 2020
Ignoring the whispers
of those late-night creatures
she looked at herself 
in the mirror
to see her reflection -smiling,
to see her eyes - shining,
one last time
before the glistening knife
slid it right through
her heart.

ꜱʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴀ ᴡɪᴛʜᴇʀɪɴɢ ꜰʟᴏᴡᴇʀ ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛɪꜰʏɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ.

🕂🕂🕂🕂
     25 April 2020
hatred, despair, and death
simply, 
she blackened all 
with mantra
forgive, forget and love.

ꜱʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴀ ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ ʀᴏꜱᴇ ᴡʜᴏ ʟᴏᴠᴇᴅ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʀᴋᴇꜱᴛ ᴏꜰ ʟᴏᴠᴇ. 

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    4 May 2020

ꜱʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴜɴʀɪꜱᴇ ʜɪᴅɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴍᴏɴꜱ ᴏꜰ ɴɪɢʜᴛ.

ꜱʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴀ ꜱᴡᴏʀᴅ ɢʟɪꜱᴛᴇɴɪɴɢ ʟɪᴋᴇ ꜱʜᴏᴡᴘɪᴇᴄᴇ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ.

ꜱʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴜɴꜱᴇᴛ ᴡᴇʟᴄᴏᴍɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴛᴀʀꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴛᴀʀʟɪɢʜᴛ.

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Friday, August 27, 2021

Voiceless Voices : 9

 Issue 9


Love yourself

            30 Jan 2020

She spoke in a hushed, awed whisper,
"You look ethereal."
A blush crept on her cheeks
and a full-blown smile graced her lips.
Her reflection too had gleaming eyes.
And this was not called 
being self-obsessed
it just her first step, 
the first step to loving herself.
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Alone

                     21 Feb 2020
Those dark clouds of thoughts
hovered her warmth heart
and it rained, drowning her mind
in the vast ocean of words
and cascaded down the dark liquid 
on the blank canvas through the tip
of that glistening weapon 
just for it to be turned into a muse.
And that was a voice, not mixed
 with the noise but it stood 
alone in the crowd
alone yet whole.
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Devilish Angel

              23 Feb 2020
She loved the chaos to cosmos.
She loved the thorns to roses.
She loved the dark to light.
She loved the storms to breeze.
Is she a devil, or a monster?
Or, an angel in love with the devil?
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Vengeance

            13 May 2020
Staring at the flames
of the sacrificial fire,
her eyes of vengeance
rummaged in the pile 
of ashes, taking a vow  
to lit a vengeful fire.
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Voiceless Voices. 

              31 May 2020
Wandering in the depths
of my never-ending waves
 of thoughts, I realized
it's not just me
struggling with myself
and my
Voiceless Voices. 
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Monday, August 9, 2021

Voiceless Voices : 8

 Issue 8


Bloom

           3 Jan 2020
A bud she was
nurtured by love.
The beauty just grew
undefinable, unstoppable.
Envious eyes poisoned
the blooming rose.
Colors faded, petals shredded,
yet she continued to bloom,
bloom with the darkness
and became something no one imagined
Unique, and rare
 BLACK ROSE
unconquerable.
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Stuck

           7 Jan 2020

Pages flew by, 
one after another.
Shades of characters changed, 
chapters after chapter.
The nerd hiding behind the glasses
finally looked above
 to stumble back, in the past 
when she started to read
and that's when she realized
she was never moving on
She was stuck on the same page,
 page, shredded by her fears,
stained by her bloody tears.
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Chaos

               10 Jan 2020
Chaos 
that's what her mind was
with those whispers of her fears,
of her decisions gone wrong.
She was trying to let go
but the sound was holding on
just too tight to ignore and 
move on.
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Silence

               20 Jan 2020
She felt peace in that silence
wrapped in the blanket of moonlight
taking sips of cool and crisp air 
brewing thoughts with waves
under the stars.
Here, the devil too becomes
her guarding angel.
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Nightmare

            21 Jan 2020

How could she hate
 those nightmares of hers
when they were part of her,
 of her own thoughts and fears 
a little scary, a little haunting
but a whole lot better 
then the reality and
something they call dreams.

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