#Rape

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  • everyonedeservelove 14h

    KashmaKash

    Dard is mitti k jism ka hota toh andekha bhi krdeti magar,
    Usne toh meri rooh tak noch daali!

    ©everyonedeservelove

  • r_m_o_s 16h

    We all have to protect society of such dark souls. #darkthoughts #abuse #rape #darkplaces

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    Dark nights dark thoughts.

    Would like to grab her
    To take her with me
    Just follow her down there
    So nobody will see...
    ©r_m_o_s

  • arfan_bhopali 1d

    अब तो बच्चे बच्चीया भी महफूज़ नही है ।
    इंसानी हैवानों को अपनी भूख मिटाने के लिए ।।


    ©arfan_bhopali

  • mermaid_writes 1d

    I want to meet the old childish me again,
    I want to sip those butterfly dreams again,
    I want to dip myself in those errie fantasies again and again. - Heer

    #mystory #rape

    Abhorrence - hatred with a feeling of disgust
    dis - Roman God of Death or hell
    akin - related to, blood relations
    puppeteers - who control the puppets
    foe - enemy


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    Looking through the windows,
    I dived deep in the embrace of hollows.
    The demons loved my fragrance,
    they catched me, taught me abhorrence.

    The past seems to knock me off,
    reminding of my knee scratches, so I fall off.
    Those worms still crawl on my skin,
    I don't tell you but, to me they are still akin.

    It whisper spells in my ear,
    and I act as per it's command ; it's my puppeteer.
    I crawl, I bawl, I follow, I find myself void,
    I try, I try, I try and I strive hard to avoid.

    Can you hear me? oh no! you can't,
    I just gulped my screams with a spice of daunt.
    Can you feel my fear? Neh!
    I gifted myself to the haunting demons ; "dis"

    The fire around my neck had burnt my breaths,
    when he uncovered my fragile virgin sheaths.
    while all I did was chanting a word "No"
    but he didn't stop, 'cause he wasn't my brother but a foe.

    I try hard to swing in those fantasy dips,
    but I am unable to because I am here sailing in broken ships.
    without any clue of my life, I kept sailing for a perfect shore,
    but shores were fond of waves and not corpse.

    I got rejections and dejections when I yearned for love,
    I got my hair chopped off and dreams shove.
    I got acquainted to reality while fantasy seems a dream,
    I want to die to let this reality end and to be a dream.

    "A dream which is eternal and pious,
    who doesn't need to look for escapes through some windows,
    who doesn't need to embrace hollows,
    who doesn't need to hear cacophony of demons around,
    who doesn't need to wilt due to the stink of hatred around"



    Written by Heeranshi / Death over life - 7:20 pm

  • aurangzeb 1d

    #YourDaughterWasRaped

    #AnAurangZebWriteUp

    #Rape


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  • ramblings_of_a_madman 3d

    Spectators

    Please save me. Someone please save me", she cried loudly as a man raped her on the road.

    Four different spectator videos of the rape went viral on the internet that night.

    ©ramblings_of_a_madman

  • yugesh 3d

    बच्ची रोती है

    आँखें मूँद इंसानियत जाने कहाँ सोती है
    जीते जी मर जाता हूँ मैं जब मेरी बच्ची रोती है|
    क्या कुछ नहीं बीता नाज़ुक सी उस जान पर
    माँस के इस ढांचे में अब कहाँ वही बच्ची होती है।
    छलनी-छलनी हो जाता जिगर मेरा,जब जिगर के टुकड़े से
    कहाँ छुआ,कैसे हुआ ये तफ्तीश होती है।
    कमाल है समाज,मुझे सोच पर तरस आता है
    जुर्म करता है कोई और चेहरा मेरी बच्ची ढकती है।
    हुजूम सा आया है सड़कों पर खबर है मुझे
    अफ़सोस!ये सबकुछ हो जाने के बाद होती है।
    हाल किसी ने न जाना,बस कौम पूछते रह गए
    सियासत है जनाब,अफ़सोस ऐसी ही होती है।
    गुरुर अब भी उतना हीं है,मुझे अपनी बच्ची पर
    आदमी ही हूँ,कौम जिसकी बस एक पिता की होती है।
    ©yugesh

  • yxungpoet 4d

    Buttercup.

    Cheer up butter cup,
    Listen to everything I say,
    Don't you dare make a sound,
    Not even the slightest squeal,
    Stop crying,
    Grow up,
    Cheer up butter cup.
    ©yxungpoet

  • ardent_ashu 4d

    #asifa
    #rape

    Asifa Bano Rape Case


    ab to devtaon ne bhi sath chhoda ,
    ladki muslim thi keh pamp se apna muh moda..

    ab to zurm ko bhi mazhab se jod diya jata hai,
    naa jane aise haiwanyat ke khel kon bnata hai...

    muslim ladki, hindu ladka,
    dalit ladki, brahmin ladka,
    in kaanooni siyasato ne insani riyasato ko is kadar baant dala,
    nari ke rape ko bhi dharm jaat se bandh dala ...

    insaan to keh sakte nhi,
    shayad haiwan sabd bhi kafi choota hai,
    jisne ab eshwar ke dwar ko bhi is darandagi ke waar se ni chhoda hai ...

    qu na in haiwano ko bich bazar jala ek misaal bnaye,
    jisse fir kabhi kisi me rape karne ki himmat na aaye...

    aur ye jo rape culture aaya hai ye yhi ruk jaye..

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    Asifa Bano

    ©ardent_ashu

  • himanshi_sharma 5d

    Trust me when I say
    that being upset is another
    side of me ,
    I don't really like it
    but I know there are millions
    of heart crying and breaking
    out there even at this fleeting moment .
    How come I not think about them ?
    Are they not humans like us ?
    There are girls crying & dying
    every moment because they were raped .
    And me ...?
    I'm just sad to see that our so called
    humans don't have humanity .

    ©himanshi_sharma

  • soulscientist 1w

    Stand now or never

    कभी मंदसौर कभी कठुआ , हर शहर की आजकल यही कहानी होती है ,
    जहा नन्ही बेटियों की इज़्ज़त से ऐसी ही रोज़ मनमानी होती है ...
    धर्म के नाम पर तो वैसे भी कई भेदभाव होते है ,,
    पर जहा लड़की के आबरू को तर-तर कर जाना हो तो वह क्या आशिफ़ा क्या गुड़िया , दोनों ही हैवानियत का शिकार होते है ..
    नेताओ को तो छोड़ो उन्हें तो केवल अपनी रोटी सैकनी होती है ,,
    पर असली गुन्हेगार तो वो है जिनके आंसू धर्म क आधार पर अपनी दूरी तय करती है ...
    वो दुष्कर्मी का समाधान तो सिर्फ एक फांसी से ही होजायेगा ,,
    पर असली पापी जो हमारे मन में हैं वो केवल सोच बदलने से ही सुधर पायेगा ...
    ये कभी मत सोचना के मेरे खड़े नहीं होने से क्या प्रलय आ जायेगा ,,
    अरे साहब ये उस जंगल की आग की तरह है जो आपकी निर्भया को भी ख़ाक कर जायेगा..
    याद रखियें असली इन्साफ अकेले फांसी से कभी नहीं हो पायेगा ,,
    जब तक अपने बेटियों को नहीं बल्कि अपने बेटो को उनके मर्यादा का एहसास नहीं दिलाया जायेगा !
    ©soulscientist

  • oliver_lyngdoh 1w

    The Act - Oliver Lyngdoh

    Walking in five inch heels,
    In those long red boots she loved,
    Matching them with her short red dress;
    In black printed stockings,
    And her hair on fleek!
    Her first night out with the girls!

    "She deserved it!"
    A night out that is,
    Her first paycheck, after years of struggle.
    A couple of drinks,
    Followed by some dance and song,
    Nothing wrong with that. (Nothing at all)

    Who would have thought it would lead to madness?
    "She deserved it", all quarters yelled,
    "With what she wore! "
    But the question to ask-
    "Is dressing a certain way a crime?"
    (Among so many other accusations against her)

    When what to be pondered
    Is a mentality that can't be diagnosed!
    For a cab ride with no destination ,
    Ended with a soul lost forever,
    Just for a show of momentarily power.

    All for an "act"-
    A word deemed so degrading
    To even speak about in this society of ours;
    Yet printed out in newspapers everyday.

    ©oliver_lyngdoh

  • storm_rider 1w

    I hate newspapers now-a-days.

    @pen_and_paper @almost #aryan22

    #girl #rape

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    Absinthe

    "Cheers" the crowd of men cried.

    "See that whore. She dances crazy. I wonder how she'd be under a shower"
    "Can't we call her?", a lot of dirty conversations.

    I kept my eyes and ears shut, and grandly continued with my ginger wine. They might send their daughters to any posh brothels.

    A nerve slithered on my brain. I held my pumping heart on my arms when I saw her.

    She had my sister's age. Maybe eleven.

    Her chest was under his control. How voraciously he was haunting her body. Casually, as if a fox eating its prey. He was scratching that baby with sharp nails.

    She was sobbing.
    I was sobbing.

    That girl, I saw her in a mirror placed in front of my chair. Her helpless face faced my own face. It reflected back to me.

    As if the girl on his lap was me.

    ©storm_rider

  • arshia_gulrays 1w

    Killed

    You didn't just kill her. You killed her soul. You killed her mind. You killed her heart. You killed her laughter. All she could remember were her screams begging you to stop, begging you to let go of her. All she could feel was pain and tears. All she could see were bruises. All she could see was people judging her instead of you. All she could understand is you roam out freely and she was restricted to even get out of her room. All finally she could do was finish her life. People say she killed herself but she knows it was you who killed her.
    ©arshia_gulrays

  • thefilthywriter 1w

    my country is a land of rape
    prove that statement wrong,then u 'll talk about WOMEN's EMPOWERMENT

    ©thefilthywriter

  • secret__writer 1w

    #rape
    #hewaniyat
    #respect_girls

    Dear duniya,
    Ek baat puchni thi apse Kya me aa sakti hu ifazat se iss Jahan me.
    Kyunki aaj Kal toh kahi ifazat kho si gayi hai,
    Ek ladki banke paida hona maut ka pegam ho sa Gaya hai.
    Chalo aaj Bata hi do,
    Us 4 mahine ki bachi aur us 8 saal ki bachi ka mujhe gunaah koi Bata toh do.
    Kya paida hote hi - Kya paida hote hi,
    Saari na pehna gunaah tha unka,
    Ya apna bachpan khil- khila Kar jeena gunaah tha unka.
    Na Jane kyun,
    Aaj bhi humara desh hum ladkiyon ke liye sawatantr ho na saka,
    Hum ladkiyan apni marji se Zindagi jee sake ye mukambal aaj bhi ho na saka.
    Kya hewaniyat hai tumhari,
    Ek ladki ki izzat se kehlna kyun befizul ki fitrat si hai tumhari.
    Ladkiyon ko sikhate ho,
    Ye mat pehno,
    Aise mat haso,
    Kabhi toh apne ladko ko sikhao apni hewaniyat ko apne kabo me toh karo.
    Sab kehte hai mujhse,
    Ghar se bhaar Kam Jaya kar hewaniyat se bachi rahegi,
    Unhe ye kaun bataye hewaniyat toh ghar me bhi basti hai apne.
    Ek baar ye toh socho,
    Rape ke baad Kya beet ta hoga un ladkiyon pe mar na hi mukambal sa lagne lagta hoga unhe.
    Ek ancha sa touch ghin si paida Kar jata hai,
    Rape ke baad kyun koi bhi un ladkiyon ko nahi apnata hai - nahi apnata hai����

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    "SCARS"

    ©secret__writer

  • saipramodjayanth 1w

    She is not a virgin...

    Ofcourse, she was raped number of times mentally by the

    society than by the accused...!
    ©saipramodjayanth

  • soul2solitude 1w

    I Qualify To Get Raped

    I may be of any age...
    A just born baby or an old lady in late 80's
    One thing qualifies me to get raped...
    "I AM A GIRL"
    I may be be fully covered in a burkha...or in a hot pants..
    I Qualify to get raped..
    Earlier questions were raised now candle prades are made
    No matter i am a sanskari naari..or a sexually active babes...
    I qualify to get raped....
    For society...I am just an object with a name...
    A thing to control..a thing to hide and exploit..
    A thing whose desires and sexuality carries all the fame and fullfilling her desires can bring family to shame...
    My virginity is the sign of my purity..
    Torchuring, harassing and raping me is just a casual men's game.
    My age decides my time to marry and expiry..
    I fear to step out..i fear to trust..
    Who knows the one i trust might rape....
    I am burnt on the name of marriage...
    I am sexually harrased if i listen to my heart..
    My desires are crushed to to show me my worth..
    Still they say it's a women's world...
    Yeah its really a women's world..with rules set by men...
    News of price hike looks rare but news of rape seems every day game....
    With every rape case new standards are made...
    Earlier it was only rape ....now the add on package is brutal rape and inserting objects is their new game..
    Stringet rules are set for corruption and new policies are evolved for trade..
    But Saving India from corrupts is more imp than saving daughters from the rape..
    But then yes it is a women's world..
    And every single thing i do or i don't do...qualifies me to get raped..

    @Soul2solitude

  • panchdoot 1w

    कोई आंसुओं को
    अंगारों में बदलने की दवा जानता है क्या ?

    अब सहन नहीं होता
    जो मासूमों ने सहा है वो कैसे करूं बयां ?

    www.panchdoot.com

  • cigg_ig 1w

    Crime

    Rape is a more heinous crime
    Than murder since the rape victim
    Dies throughout the period she lives.
    ©cigg_ig