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  • missbutterfly 10m

    Kuch mila?

    Agr itna hi dard dena tha to
    Behad nafrat hi kr lete
    Ye zootha pyaar ka naatak krke kya mila?

  • theeroticafreak 8h

    Pain seeks Vengeance
    (Short Story)

    "Mam who did this to you?" The police inspector asked frantically as he and his men bailed to the ICU.

    The wounds on her body could escort a living man to death, on the first sight.

    She was lying on the puckered hospital bed, her body had grown white and pallid as if sorrows had been drinking her blood.

    Her pale body was being supplied with fresh glucose and blood, the thick needles went deep into her veins and arteries, her hand almost numb to their effect.

    All over her were deep and abhorrent welts and lashes, some of them were mighty enough to stay for good. Belts and Whips had struck her hard, none of the wound seemed old, each of them was carved at the same time, probably a few hours ago. 13 marks were embracing her body.

    Her eyes were crystal cold, her emotionless eyes stared hard into the craked ceiling, the policmen's word could not seem to impede her dark thoughts. The condition could bewilder anyone, everyone there thought of her as a lost soul but there could have not been anyone more alive than her in the present.

    Her lips didn't move a muscle in spite of his rigourous try to pull the truth out of this lady, he only met futile results.

    "I did this to her, Sir". A stern voice spoke from one corner of the meagre lit room. "Please Arrest me."

    It was her husband, his voice almost

    His arms were crossed over his chest and his black eyes looked straight ahead as if he was in some daydream.
    With his hand he had grasped a little boy, who stood next to him, probably four. The baby's head was resting on his father's waist and his eyes were fixed on his mother. As if he wanted her to speak.

    "Is that True? Mam." The inspector stood dazed. "Your silence has tempted us to take this as a case of domestic violence." He said sternly almost dejected by his futile efforts.
    "Put him behind the bars."

    "No, get the fuck away from him." She shrieked as the constables went for her husband.
    They hampered considering the woman's trauma and desperation.

    "We can't let this go, Mam. You were found HALF DEAD on the outskirts of the town. A severe case of domestic violence, please don't be scared of your husband. We are with you he won't be able to even cast his malice eyes on you." The inspector confronted her. "Besides, this man has already admitted his offense."

    "There cannot be a guilty without a victim. I have not suffered any crime." The lady shrieked. "The little wounds you people see on me are mere results of my frustation, I am mentally Ill and I often end up drinking hell and fainting on some deserted street. I don't owe you anymore explanation."

    After almost an exhausting hour of negotiation and mouth fight the police agreed to let this case off their hook.

    Two weeks later, they were settled back in their house, all three in harmony.
    The husband for whom his wife was now a goddess, was lying on her lap.

    "Honey, Why did you save me that day? Despite the fact that I beated and harrased you." The man asked in sheer curiosity and suspense.
    He had come come drunk and he ended up beating her that way.

    She gave him an eriee smile.
    "The law could never punish you the way you deserve to be, sweatheart. I had to save you from their gentle punishment of sheer imprisonment."
    She declaimed.

    Before he could react and express how baffled he was, she shoved a syringe into his neck. Miliseconds did not pass before he fainted.

    Three months later, the man was found on the same outskirt, in 13 different body parts, but not

  • aheavyprettysoul 16h

    It will always be one of the finest sonnets in the history of language. The slow and swift passage of time which brings all things to an end is described, not indeed copiously, but with such significant and devastating effect that mortality almost stares us in the face as we read it. The way in which the sense of the lines ends with the line itself is like the ticking of a clock or the inexorable motion of a pendulum as it beats from side to side.

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    When I do count the clock that tells the time,
    And see the brave day sunk in hideous night;
    When I behold the violet past prime,
    And sable curls, all silvered o'er with white;
    When lofty trees I see barren of leaves,
    Which erst from heat did canopy the herd,
    And summer's green all girded up in sheaves,
    Borne on the bier with white and bristly beard,
    Then of thy beauty do I question make,
    That thou among the wastes of time must go,
    Since sweets and beauties do themselves forsake
    And die as fast as they see others grow;
         And nothing 'gainst Time's scythe can make defence
         Save breed, to brave him when he takes thee hence.
    -William Shakespeare's

  • aheavyprettysoul 16h

    'Youth rapidly wanes, but this decrease may be made up by the children that a young man may beget. Otherwise all are doomed to age and decay. Since you are manifestly so beautiful, let the fate of dying out be left to barren, harsh and sullen souls. You are so well endowed by nature, that it is clear she intended you to be a seal, from the impress of which many copies should be made'.

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    As fast as thou shalt wane, so fast thou grow'st
    In one of thine, from that which thou departest;
    And that fresh blood which youngly thou bestow'st,
    Thou mayst call thine when thou from youth convertest.
    Herein lives wisdom, beauty, and increase;
    Without this folly, age, and cold decay:
    If all were minded so, the times should cease
    And threescore year would make the world away.
    Let those whom nature hath not made for store,
    Harsh, featureless, and rude, barrenly perish:
    Look whom she best endowed, she gave the more;
    Which bounteous gift thou shouldst in bounty cherish:
       She carved thee for her seal, and meant thereby,
       Thou shouldst print more, not let that copy die.
    -William Shakespeare's

  • siddhu_writes 1d


    The best revenge is not forgiveness
    The best revenge is not showing vengeance
    The best revenge is your own success in front of those who betrayed you


  • sanya68 1d


    There is good. There is evil. There is law. There is revenge. There is punishment. But JUSTICE it does not exists.

  • aheavyprettysoul 3d

    The poet declares a personal interest in the youth, rather than the general one of desiring for the world's sake that it be not deprived of his progeny. Here there are two statements, firstly, that he wishes to have an opportunity to change his opinion of the youth (l.9), as implying that his (the poet's) better opinion is of some value; secondly he attempts the persuasive argument of 'for love of me' in order to produce a change in the youth's intentions. Neither of these amount to a declaration of love, although they do half imply it, for what is love if it is not reciprocated? In any case it is in some sense preparatory to the more impassioned statements of several of the sonnets which are to follow.
    Apart from that, the argument of this sonnet is similar to that of the previous one: 'Be not wilfully selfish and cruel to mankind, but replace and repair your decaying mansion by procreation. In that way you live on, and I myself and others will think the better of you.'
    Copyright to real writer

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    For shame deny that thou bear'st love to any,
    Who for thy self art so unprovident.
    Grant, if thou wilt, thou art beloved of many,
    But that thou none lov'st is most evident:
    For thou art so possessed with murderous hate,
    That 'gainst thy self thou stick'st not to conspire,
    Seeking that beauteous roof to ruinate
    Which to repair should be thy chief desire.
    O! change thy thought, that I may change my mind:
    Shall hate be fairer lodged than gentle love?
    Be, as thy presence is, gracious and kind,
    Or to thyself at least kind-hearted prove:
       Make thee another self for love of me,
       That beauty still may live in thine or thee.
    -William Shakespeare's

  • anahwrites 1w


    With words like betrayal, pain, anger, blame, broken,
    There is a power of a word that overpowers a human is 'REVENGE'.
    Many seek it when things are not the way it is expected to be.
    Destroying the spark of happiness and the magic of life.
    Because of Anger issues or the ache in heart.
    Blame not the people for the miseries they created.
    *Be someone that describes no one*
    In a world of venge, be a bliss to mankind.
    With self control and self esteem.

    Not Forgetting that jewels don't supplement,
    *Not everyone knows the value, nor everyone  treasures*.

    Sweet little life it is, full of fun and the unseen beauty of forgiving.
    Be someone so worthy enough to let go,
    In the era of misunderstanding and revenge.
                   *BE A MAN,*

  • tathagatjha 1w


    Rebellious dinner waited on my dining table.
    Symphony of rage was humming in my ears. An early budding member of my family: Me.
    I didn't babble out things when I was a kid.
    I was wondering about the right time.
    Today the time is lucid.
    On mine elbow.
    When I used to ask her for some money,
    She did not leave blemishes of hot iron
    But dark speaking scars on my flesh
    They used to bicker about revenge
    I repeat, I didn't babble out things
    I was serious.
    Oppressed by my life's bagger predicament
    I just bleed the same way the other's did
    But others healed through antiseptic
    I healed with the running of time
    While everyone had sumptous
    I had debris of your leftover.
    When the wine glass slipped from my hands
    I remember how your belts numbed me.
    And how your looks shunned my soul.
    Not even a whisp of hope
    Did hit your heart
    That day.
    I didn't even have a bedsheet in winters
    Isolated from a puddle of warmth
    Zipped within the frost bite
    On the kitchen floor
    I slept.
    Mothers are said to be creators of life
    But I never heard any quote about step mom
    But I believe they are just stony structures
    Who outcast stepsons
    With narrowing guilt
    With flying time.
    Today, my screams and my pains will kill you
    I am a rich son now, I found a mom for me
    She is my love who came in my dreams
    And she said," work hard "
    Now I will have my full appetite revenge
    I will cut you into pieces
    I don't fear police.
    I am a business man.

  • vicky_loves_words27 1w

    I burned the house with you inside,
    Though I loved you;
    I will watch from the outside
    For there was nothing for me to be with you.

    Though I loved you
    You felt nothing, but resent and pity.
    I have to say goodbye;
    Watch now as I act gritty.

    You felt nothing, but resent and pity.
    So I burned the house with you inside;
    My tears will fall as the flames spread,
    I'd like to think this is me kind.

    I burned the house with you inside
    And ashes soon begin to dance.
    All I know will soon be dead;
    It leaves me in a sudden trance.

    Ashes soon begin to dance,
    They fall like snow on a windy day.
    I as well begin to dance;
    Burnt flesh is the dept we pay.

    They fall like snow on a windy day;
    Embers land gently on my skin.
    The smell they bring intoxicates me,
    As they leave marks of hate and sin.

    Embers land gently on my skin;
    Everything has burned away,
    As the house comes crashing down.
    I feel no remorse or shame;

    For I have burned the house with you inside.
    I burned the love I had alive;
    It's all gone now, time to move on.
    I think I'll find another house to love inside.
    ©vicky_loves_words27#revenge #heartbreak

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    I burned the house with you inside,
    Though I loved you;
    I will watch from the outside
    For there was nothing for me to be with you.

  • _vishnukantmishra 1w


    The best part of Life is to take revenge
    Revenge to all of them who thing you're feeble
    Revenge to all of them who thing you're nothing
    Revenge to all of them who think you're anxious
    Revenge to all of them who thing you're imbecile

  • theeroticafreak 1w

    #brokenheart #halflove #left #pain #revenge #alone
    #misery #unbloomed #sad #life #poetry #thoughts

    "You made me suicidal. I will make you regret your birth."

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    You made me sad,
    I will make you morose.

    You played dumb with me,
    I will make you numb.

    You crucified my heart with pain,
    I will make sure my pain seeks revenge.

    You deserted me unbloomed,
    I will burry you in hell.

    You made me suicidal,
    I will make you regret your birth.

  • quotes_of_scribe 2w


  • words_play 2w


    तेरे बनाए उस हवाई महल को तो एक दिन चूर हो जाना है,
    अरे मैं क्या सज़ा दुंगा तुझे, तेरी सबसे बड़ी सज़ा तो मेरा दूर हो जाना है।।


  • arshkaplish 2w

    # freakyfriday #tinytales #revenge #horror
    Pic courtesy: Google images.

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    Help me !!!!

    “He is outside!” Megha kept repeating. She curled herself up in the corner of the room rocking to and fro, head ducked between her arms. She was not herself after since her trip to the old fort

    “There is no one babe. Please relax” Raj stroked her hair, in a vain attempt to calm her down.

    “See, there is no on,” He opened the door wide open. He came back and fondled with her hair again.

    He smelled different. Megha lifted her head. His eyes, burning red eyes. He was right, there was no one outside because ‘He’ was inside now.


  • tumharapyar 2w

    Tute hue logo ki khoobsurati ki kuch alag hoti hai
    Wo haste haste roo dete hai nahi toh rote rote has dete hai

  • _kira__ 2w


    Don't let yourself fall for your friend,
    There are bad endings too...

  • nainika_anand 2w

    Revenge is just like acid,it start destroying you slowly till you are destroyed fully

  • the_autum_leaf 3w


    And you never know what you going to lose
    And don't know how someone planning for your destruction

  • kenzzthepoet 3w


    It is okay if the one you love no longer loves you
    It is okay if they love another
    It is okay if they made you a poet through heartbreak
    Yet another made them turn to poetry because of love
    It is okay because now you can finally be free
    After 3 years you can finally find peace
    In the satisfaction that you can watch their world come crashing as the wallow in the illusion of love
    you can finally watch as someone do to them what they did to you
    You can finally watch as he helps you take your revenge