The water kissed her skin
In through the sweet muslin
Wet in the violent monsoon..
Lucy, Alas! She died too soon!
......................
Strolling through the woods nearby
was she, a bird so free.
Divine she looked, but caught the eyes
of a few men, in number- three.
..........
The hungry wolves, they pounced on her
Grounded....lying down on her
They had her tied, they had her bared.
She screamed aloud; only if the woods had cared!
..
Beauty lay - captured, contained.
Beauty lay, wriggling in pain.
Beauty is too good a boon;
Beauty, is too bad a bane.
..
Haunted by the approaching night,
abandoned by the melody of rain,
consumed by the reach of appetite,
eclipsed was she, by the Satan's men.
..
They tasted her, a quivering mass of flesh
set on fire by the restless tongues
Lucy and her meek revolts.
Lucy and her exhausted lungs.
..
They incised her arms, they robbed her chest,
plundered her, feeding on her thighs.
Cunning giggles on their lips did rest,
resonating with her deafening sighs.
..
One of 'em, he revealed himself (as the others followed suit)
Ah ! That ugly instrument of love!
Entered through that forbidden gate-
the parting of her legs, as white as a dove.
..
Thunderbolts were they, the lecherous guns.
A tsunami breaking loose inside..
The tormentors would take her by turns
But the torment within, would safe reside.
..
Inside was let the sap of lust
Inside, through the door of paradise.
And on her valleys, did volcanoes burst -
the burning magma, on the rise.
..
A withered bud, on the earth she lay..
her skin so wet, her form- now so frail.
Venus' wine, into her, had made its way,
Or had she fed on a toxic grail ?
..
Love's torture, she could take no more.
They had her killed..the devil's bride.
Alas ! She was no whore .
Lucy died..... satisfied !!
-saurabh chaudhary
(Note: This is work of imagination, it dont have any relation with any person living or dead.)
Saturday, February 4, 2012
Saturday, January 21, 2012
A brother like that
By Dan Clark
Source: Chicken Soup for the soul
A friend of mine named Paul received an automobile from his brother as a Christmas present. On Christmas Eve when Paul came out of his office, a street urchin was walking around the shiny new car, admiring it. “Is this your car, Mister?” he asked.
Paul nodded. “My brother gave it to me for Christmas.” The boy was astounded. “You mean your brother gave it to you and it didn’t cost you anything? Boy, I wish…….” He hesitated.
Of course Paul knew what he was going to wish for. He was going to wish he had a brother like that. But what the lad said jarred Paul all the way down to his heels.
“I wish,” the boy went on, “that I could be a brother like that.”
Paul looked at the boy in astonishment, and then impulsively he added, “Would you like to take a ride in my automobile?”
“Oh yes, I’d love that.”
After a short ride, the boy turned and with his eyes aglow, said, “Mister, would you mind driving in front of my house?”
Paul smiled a little. He thought he knew what the lad wanted. He wanted to show his neighbors that he could ride home in a big automobile. But Paul was wrong again. “Will you stop where those two steps are?” the boy asked.
He ran up the steps. Then in a little while Paul heard him coming back, but he was not coming fast. He was carrying his little crippled brother. He sat up down on the bottom step, then sort of squeezed up against him and pointed to the car.
“There
he is, Buddy, just like I told you upstairs. His brother gave it to him for Christmas and it didn’t cost him a cent. And some day I’m gonna give you one just like it……then you can see for yourself all the pretty things in the Christmas Windows that I’ve been trying to tell you about.”
Paul got out and lifted the lad to the front seat of his car. The shining-eyed older brother limbed in beside him and the three of them began a memorable holiday ride.
That Christmas Eve, Paul learned what Jesus meant when he said: “It is more blessed to give” :)
Source: Chicken Soup for the soul
A friend of mine named Paul received an automobile from his brother as a Christmas present. On Christmas Eve when Paul came out of his office, a street urchin was walking around the shiny new car, admiring it. “Is this your car, Mister?” he asked.
Paul nodded. “My brother gave it to me for Christmas.” The boy was astounded. “You mean your brother gave it to you and it didn’t cost you anything? Boy, I wish…….” He hesitated.
Of course Paul knew what he was going to wish for. He was going to wish he had a brother like that. But what the lad said jarred Paul all the way down to his heels.
“I wish,” the boy went on, “that I could be a brother like that.”
Paul looked at the boy in astonishment, and then impulsively he added, “Would you like to take a ride in my automobile?”
“Oh yes, I’d love that.”
After a short ride, the boy turned and with his eyes aglow, said, “Mister, would you mind driving in front of my house?”
Paul smiled a little. He thought he knew what the lad wanted. He wanted to show his neighbors that he could ride home in a big automobile. But Paul was wrong again. “Will you stop where those two steps are?” the boy asked.
He ran up the steps. Then in a little while Paul heard him coming back, but he was not coming fast. He was carrying his little crippled brother. He sat up down on the bottom step, then sort of squeezed up against him and pointed to the car.
“There
he is, Buddy, just like I told you upstairs. His brother gave it to him for Christmas and it didn’t cost him a cent. And some day I’m gonna give you one just like it……then you can see for yourself all the pretty things in the Christmas Windows that I’ve been trying to tell you about.”
Paul got out and lifted the lad to the front seat of his car. The shining-eyed older brother limbed in beside him and the three of them began a memorable holiday ride.
That Christmas Eve, Paul learned what Jesus meant when he said: “It is more blessed to give” :)
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