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  • marcus 1d


    Feeling dejected?
    - Have faith on Mahakal. He must have a better plan for you.
    Feeling agigated?
    - Have faith on Mahadev. He will eradicate all your agonies soon. He wants you to become stable and strong.
    Feeling lost?
    -Have faith on Umapati. He will stretch his hands with love and will make you stand strong once again to win all your lost games.

  • farihapatel18 2d

    If you fall down get up and start walking again
    Coz no one is gonna hold your hand on the path of life
    You have to be your only saviour and knight in shining armor


  • thenicestbitch 1w

    You are thread,
    Which holds
    all the air
    In the Balloon

  • gowind_poetry 2w


    The dreams of new morning are in captivity
    Is anyone there?
    Who can set them free!


  • rjaygrace 3w

    He stood at the end of the valley, weak from his rude travel down the hill. His eyes were clouded by the mist of dust, and his apparel bore the savage attack of the rocks that characterised the ancient plateau. He was a warrior weary of his endless battles and incessant travels.
    He had a mission, one he hoped would be his last.
    Stealthily he crawled through the many caves the valley boasted of, meticulously searching for his mark.
    He saw the mystery just before his feet collided with it. A Sword in stone!! It was the legendary story come alive, mysterious in its placing. Shrugging as if to say, "what will happen, will happen", he held the hilt of the sword and pulled; Immediately there was a cacophony, and like a symphony, the caves fell away to reveal a magnificent structure beneath.
    * * * * * * *
    He walked into the devil's lair, and came out with his price... He knelt at the foot of the stone and paid obeisance to his saviour, for he knew the phenomenon was not of his concoct.
    He was a warrior on a mission, with a Saviour within his vision.


  • tenshi_tiara 3w


    A question lingers at the back of my mind,
    Keeping me awake at nights.
    Was I brave enough ?
    Trying to drive away the wolves that came knocking.
    Was I brave enough
    To fight off the hungry stares at my body?
    Was I brave enough ?
    Coming to my rescue, being my own savior.
    Was I brave enough
    To severe the silence in two?
    Could I have done a better job
    To steer away the darkness of my sleepless nights?

  • sharmishtavarma 4w


    A head filled with rhapsodic moments
    He grabbed a shard of broken glass!
    He built up the courage to slit his veins
    but his hands grew weak!
    He let go of the glass piece
    after hearing a tone from his phone
    HER message saved him!


  • poetic_cell 4w


    I see fire underneath your soul.
    It ignites the music, the piano you play.
    I'll take the black keys and sit in the dark,
    while I listen to your heart pray.


  • liz 4w

    Because of my carelessness
    I forgot things that I need

    Because of your selflessness
    You offered them altruistically

    You saved me and
    Made my day

    Thank you
    My saviour


  • shreyathapa 5w

    Saving grace

    You were my saviour
    you were my angel
    You saved me from this misery
    In the chaos I was in for centuries
    All the pain I suffered
    All the burden I had to carry
    All those times I was chained by the dark being
    The same dark being that mocked me from inside
    The being that trapped me In my very own mind
    Preventing me to be free from my own jail


  • _manasi 7w

    More than a boy friend, she needs a best friend

    More than a boy friend
    A girl need a best friend in her life!! Relationship doesn't always have a forever!
    But the word best friend sounds incomplete without a FOREVER

    To make her boy friend jealous she always need a best friend by her side

    In case her boy friend breaks her heart,
    She is sure that she can sit and cry on her best friend's shoulder

    When boy friend would seek explanation about things
    Her best friend just need to look at her eyes and say "I know things happen, but let's just move on"

    When its her boyfriend's birthday ,
    She always need a best friend to plan for it.
    When her boyfriend says something,
    She needs her best friend to share those thing

    When her boyfriend starts complicating things,
    She needs her best friend to give a solution.
    When her "boyfriend to be " came with a proposal
    She needed her best friend to give her the approval.

    Her boyfriend might not always give her the check list of the partner she needs in her life
    But her best friend would always give her the same ❤️ When her boyfriend breaks her heart
    She needs her best friend to break boyfriend's bones

    When her boyfriend might not be BAE
    She is sure that her best friend is BAE

    Even if she is in no relationship, she can always talk in baby, babu, shona tone with her bestie

    When her boyfriend is busy and unable to talk to her, she will sit and cry.
    When her best friend does the same, she will give a call, order to meet her, break their nose, ask for an apology

  • opeyimika 9w

    To You

    Who believes he is the one?
    To you who is our saviour,
    To you who is our messiah,
    For how long will you sleep,
    For how long will you snore and draw spittle,
    For how long will you play video games,
    For how long will you play street football,
    For how long will you watch TV,
    For how long do we need to wait,
    For how long should we stay awake,
    Doing nothing but waiting for you.
    For a day will come, You will be rejected.
    For a day will come, You will be relegated.
    For a day will come, Your talents will no longer be appreciated.
    For a day will come, We will forget you.
    For a day will come, Your footprints will be swept away.
    Let that day not come.
    Wake UP!

  • vigneshonamission 10w


    Sleeping away with music on,
    Trips to the coffee shop,
    Ever classical alcohol,
    Run in the park,
    Burn in the gym - when all my usual escape mechanisms fail me, Words come to the rescue.


  • the_moon_door 12w

    Last part in this story - You'll never be called a WHORE.
    It's the longest one, but I hope you'll give it a patient reading.

    All the parts are clubbed here -> #never_a_whore

    Dedicated to the women who live their whole life on the edge of society, frowned upon and ignored.
    Thank you so much everyone for being an integral part of this story. I'm really grateful for every single feedback, suggestion, like and repost.

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    #whore #society #woman #love #mother #saviour #sacrifice

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    You'll never be called a WHORE-5

    ---------------------- The Sacrifice ---------------------

    Instead of answering, I rose from the bed, wiping my tears with the corner of my dupatta (a long scarf) and stood against the mirror. For a moment, my vision got dark before I answered him quietly.
    “No. I can't!”
    He looked at me, shocked and wondering why I was doing this.

    "I love you Tarank! I want you more than any man alive, but I can't marry you. Even if I do, and wear expensive saris (dresses) and sit in a car, people will still think I am a prostitute. I cannot change that. You, cannot change that."
    "I know, we prostitutes are disrespected, hated and often made fun of. When a woman is criticized for her rotten character, she is compared with a whore." I said deflecting all of my feelings boldly.

    A part of him felt my pain and the other part still wanted me to marry him. He was relentless. He thought it was all about him, but it wasn't and if he were honest, he would know what I was struggling with.
    He stood there without moving for a long time. “It doesn’t have to be like this, Mamta,” he said.

    "I am trapped in lifelong debt to owners and pimps of this brothel Tarank. But if you can give me, I would like to ask you something else."

    He was terrified when he realized that I am handling him my little girl. “Her . . . ,” I pleaded.
    His voice weak and shaking. “What are you asking me, Mamta?”
    "Holding her, everyday, tight close to me was the only thing that got me through my days Tarank. But I don’t need saving, my girl does."
    My heart sank but the bold and brash sense of motherly love acted like a coat of armor and I continued.

    "I wanted to become a nurse and take care of people. I remember girls from my neighborhood going to school; how badly I wanted to be one of them! I am begging you to help my daughter to escape her dismal fate.
    I can't see my daughter live in dingy rooms of this dilapidated brothel Tarank. I want to give her the important chances in life that I never had. Please take her away, put her in an orphanage so that she gets the education and lives her dream."

    He said nothing while I spoke. Nothing at all. I explained my reasons, my worries, in a hope that he would understand, yet he was blank, like drained. He asked no questions, and his eyes remained wide with shock, as if he’d just heard his own death sentence.
    No matter how much I reassured him, he remained paralyzed with fear, his eyes tearing me apart. More than once, I was stricken with the notion that I was killing him.

    His hands continued to tremble. “Okay,” he said in a barely audible voice holding the girl gently.
    "Does that mean I should never visit you again, Mamta..."? He asked falling into an almost trance like state.
    I could not answer it right away. I squeezed his hand tightly, conscious of the few minutes remaining before I had to make him go away before the Madam finds out about it.

    "Oh God! Look at me Tarank! Please...Driving with tears in eyes is difficult." I said leaning and kissing his lips and both cheeks over his tears. Then with my fingers I softly brushed the places I kissed.
    "I love you, Tarank! Even though you may not want to hear it now, I want you to know that you’ll always be a part of me. In our time together, you claimed biggest part of my heart, that no one can ever replace. The one I’ll carry with me forever."

    "But she is your daughter Mamta..." he interrupted.
    "That only is her doomed fate Tarank! Please do not tell her about me"
    "When she will grow up, she will understand that bringing her up in a brothel wasn’t an option for me. There’s a stigma attached to me and if she stays with me, she will be shunned by society, the society that sealed her fate at birth."

    "I will not see her again but I just hope one day she will find me somehow and look beyond the odium attached to my profession and reach out to me once more. I would love to be called 'Maa' once before I die."
    I cried while taking a good look at her for the last time.

    My heart was in my throat, stuck there with the strange mixture of torment and misery that made it hard for me to breathe.
    I pulled my hand from his, stood up and reached up to the door, I stopped once more and faced him holding the girl in tears. I knew then and there I shall never see him again. I opened the door, and despite the loud squeak, I knew that Leela wouldn’t react.
    Finally, reluctantly, he stood, wiped his face, and walked towards the door gently holding the cradle with baby sleeping, without saying a word.

    The sky flared red and yellow outside, the sun was already trying to peek in from the horizon. I could hear the sounds of crickets chirping and the steady call of a nightingale. The sounds seemed to give me strength as I closed the door behind him and rushed towards the window to see him off.

    He was there, looking at me, walking to his car slowly, without speaking. He closed his eyes and then looked at me once more. If he didn’t leave then, he never would.
    He patted his pocket, pulled out his keys, and turned to leave, holding the tears burning at the back of his eyes.

    He put the car in gear and eased the pedal down just a bit. As the car started to roll away, I heard the gravel crunching under the wheels. My heart skipped several beats and I felt my ribs crushing at the same time.
    He was leaving. This time, forever, taking my heart with him.

    I said looking at the car steadily moving away.
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  • the_moon_door 12w

    You'll never be called a WHORE-4

    ---------------------- The proposal ---------------------

    I started to figure out what I would say to him when he will be at the door. Or what he would say to me. Leela smiled and looked at me struggling with my thoughts.
    "Yeah, Yeah, I know! I was anyway going to sleep," she then stood, winked at me with her cheeky smile and left.

    A soft knock at the door followed, which got my heart racing. Within seconds, I opened the door and froze up right there. As he stood before me, all the words of reproach I’d been rehearsing drained away.

    For a long moment, neither of us moved. With his gaze locked on mine, I realized that he'd been as spellbound as I. Nothing came to my mind but I knew he would say something. All I could do was stare at him.

    “You look different,” he said observing me.
    I shrugged. “A lot of things have changed since I last saw you.”

    When at last I was convinced it wasn’t a dream, I embraced him until I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes. I could feel his arms around me, his body warm and welcoming like a home in winter. For a second it was as if nothing between us had changed at all.

    He then walked towards the cradle, glanced at my little girl with a look of tenderness on his face.
    His kind smile and that tender look weakened my knees as he sat on the bed with the thin mattresses covered in thick blue plastic material. I sat beside him and pulled up my knees, wrapped my arms around them and rested my chin.

    He did not say anything for few minutes and kept looking at the corrugated tin roof. There were bare lightbulbs, a ceiling fan, wooden coat hooks and a plastic bucket on the corner.
    "How did you end up here, Mamta?", he again asked me the same question he asked every time but I never answered.

    He then stiffened, pulled back and then slid his head into my lap, like a child.
    With the tips of my fingers I combed through the hair at his temple, leaned and kissed his forehead.
    "Would you tell me today Mamta"? he forced himself to question again as he always does with a smile.

    I tried to grin at him, but my smile failed as the muscles drew it out in little jerks.

    “I was 15, when my father got me married. My husband was an irregular earner, and even when he did, he spent most of it in his drinks.
    He used to beat me when I said anything about his drinking habits. Then I met a girl who promised to get me a job in the city. But she tricked me. She sold me to this dirtiest brothel and never showed up again."

    Tarank clutched his hands with mine and resolved to listen without a tear shedding.

    "I was forced to sleep naked so that I'd be too embarrassed to attempt escape. Still I tried once, but I was caught, locked in a dark room for a week and beaten with a thick wooden stick. They made sure not to hit on my face, chest, thigh and stomach as customers would not choose me..." my voice trembled and tears rolled down my cheeks and fell on his forehead.

    He turned in my lap and eyed me. In that fleeting moment, next drops of tears were already welled up in my eyes like some fireflies in summer skies.

    He got up and cupped my chin, in his hands forcing me to look at him. I finally faced him with teary eyes. After a long silence, he brushed the tears from my cheeks with his fingers, with a look of tenderness on his face and embraced me.

    His hands silent brushes against my face made me feel like a living being, like a human. Oh, for the first time in years, l felt more than just a helpless meat. Just this one little touch with a sensitive heart and a hand full of love could bring a change to my perspective about all the men in the world. He did not kiss me with his lips, but in that flickering moment, his eyes kissed me in million ways that I never knew of.

    But I could not say anything and just leaned my head over his shoulder.

    He grabbed my hand and after a minute, said “I want to take you away from this life Mamta. Despite your past or present, you're still a woman, and you still have virtues. Big flaws as well, yes, but there's always someone for everyone. And I believe you're for me"

    "Would you marry me?"

    I turned slowly to face him, nonchalant, with a thin smile. “What?” I asked.

    "I am certain you heard me. You’re better than this Mamta and I promise you that I'll try today, tomorrow and everyday after that to heal you bit by bit, ounce by ounce, even if it will take me forever."

    I felt so lucky, lucky that he offered me. For a moment, I felt sacred, seeing a man who thinks he can ‘save’ me from this dreadful lifestyle that I had chosen for myself. I did my best to keep a straight face but the smile didn't let me.

    But inside I was torn. I was waiting for him to realize the fact that he could find a woman better than me.
    His eyes adjured as he saw what my eyes were telling him.

    "Please Mamta, I don't care your past. You are the only one who gave a listening ear to me. You gave me the intimacy, touch, hugs, when I did not have any, for years.” he said in a convincing tone.

    I felt the reality of the situation but how could I say yes? I did not deserve him, he was too uncorrupted and decent for me. I was too polluted, unworthy of being someone's wife, let alone his.

    The last part has been posted already...


  • princy_angelina 12w

    Christmas Wishes

    From the light in darkness
    Through the hymns in silence
    For the one in elan
    To all the love in vain
    Till the end of pain


  • ahappygirlwrites 13w

    There was no hope left, she was drowning, slipping into the deep water, letting the massive ocean swallow her. Everything that she did to stay afloat, pushed her deeper. There was no soul nearby who saw her struggle, or so she thought. But then out of the blue, she saw a hand. Someone was trying to help her, to pull her out, so she held on to it and she was safe at last. Her best friend was her saviour. She had promised to never give up on her.

  • inexplicit 19w

    The walls you lean on;
    They're slowly, yet surely,
    Who would save you then-
    When you're busy saving them?

  • ghoulfrost 22w

    He wants world peace but craves eternal chaos
    He wants to be put in chains but desires freedom
    He wants to be loved but feeds off the hatred
    He wants to save them all but he is born a supervillain
    He wants to be a god but enjoys the comfort of the devil
    He wants to be safe but likes living on the edge
    He wants to find the truth but sees only the lies
    He wants to be humble but is proud of his wealthy lifestyle
    He wants friends but finds solace in the loneliness
    Contention created by opposing intentions

  • silenus_words 47w

    When you are drowning, would you bother to find the right pair of hands?

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    Someone suggested you to go out on a date, saying: What's the worst that could happen?

    I am afraid I might actually like it.