“Does it hurt?” she asked.
“Pls don’t do this ,Gauri. Please forgive me.” Mayank cried.
“No, this won’t hurt. It’s painfree.This will leisurely get in and you will get worldly satisfaction .You have to be steady and calm to feel the pleasure.” , Gauri whispered and swiftly slashed his earlobes.

His shrill cries pierced the air.

” Remember Mayank, how you inserted the burnt cigarette on my vulva for pleasure. Let me also have that pleasure.” Saying this , Gauri took a burning candle and placed it on his groin.
Bawled Mayank loudly.

This is just the first of many pleasures. There is still more to explore.” ,Gauri boasted grimly.

“Remember, that ill fated day of my life Mayank , when you like a hungry beast pounced on me savouring my body , raping me multiple times and inserting burnt cigarettes on my forbidden areas for excessive pleasure. My screams did not halt your evil intentions, rather you shut me up by inserting a dirty ball of cloth in my mouth. You felt a sense of pride with your act and now I want to feel the same contentment.”

“Gauri , I was in a state of sobriety.You denied dancing with me in the party , it enraged me and a few drinks down,I lost my senses.” cried Mayank.

“So you forced yourself on me in return for a denial. Now , you get to see the wrath of a woman.” ,Saying this she clutched the cutter and slashed his most prized possession ,his manhood, his testicles.

His horrifying screams gave a soothing effect to her ears.

” Mayank you hunt me down like a ravenous predator. These scars on my body , this is how my honour was ripped off. You played your stature card and walked away scot free. My country, my law failed me , however I am no failure , I will give myself justice in my own way ; justice I deserve to get.”

With a rapturous laugh Gauri held a butcher knife and chopped his fingers serially that dared to touch her without her consent.

Every finger she chopped she felt closer to justice being served rightfully.

Finally , she held a blade cutter and slit Mayank’s neck slowly and neatly making him plead second by second before death succumbed him.

His lifeless body was a virtual treat for her.

The injustice did not put her soul to rest and on the auspicious day of Vijayadashmi , Gauri’s dead soul erupted from the ashes and presented herself, the cruel death of her predator.

Gauri’s soul performed a dance of triumph over Mayank’s blood bathed body.

©Neesha Shetty.

What I thought would be a lifelong connection Broke with misinterpretation of few words.

Even the beautiful memories of the past,
Failed to rescue a bond so strong.

I wasn’t ready to face the harsh reality.

Was it all so fake this long?

Does every relationship have an expiry date?p

Am I the reason for this ill fate?

Numerous questions ponder now,

Chewing my sanity and killing me internally.

Now all i carry are tears,

Hidden behind those smiling eyes.

A broken soul wrapped in a perfect physique.

I’m slowly turning to be paranoid,

Drowning deep into this hollow world.

A girl once with a buoyant mood,

Emitting exuberance,

Still carries her aura but now with her shattered dead soul.

TRAPPED IN HER OWN SOUL,
SHE WAS DROWNING DEEP, 
WHILE THE UNIVERSE OFFERED HER ALL, THE DESIRE TO LIVE WAS GONE FOR LONG. 

SHE PORTRAYED A FORMIDABLE PUBLIC FACADE, 
MASKING THE TURBULENCE OF EMOTIONS WITHIN HER. 
MAYBE SHE REALIZED SHE WAS NOT ONE OF THEM, 
MAYBE SHE KNEW THE WORST WAS YET TO COME,
MAYBE SHE KNEW THE END WAS NEAR. 

SHE CRAVED FOR HER LOST SELF, 
THE UNFEIGNED SMILES SHE ONCE ADORNED.
SHE TRIED TO BREAK THE SHACKLES OF HER OWN DEMONS, 
BUT FAILURE COVERED HER UP LIKE AN ARMOUR.

NOW SHE SLIPPED AWAY PEACEFULLY, 
FOR SHE KNEW LIFE WOULD GO ON EVEN WITHOUT HER PRESENCE.

What I thought would be a lifelong connection
Broke with misinterpretation of a few words .
Even the beautiful memories of the past,
Failed to rescue a bond so strong.
I wasn’t ready to face the harsh reality.
Was it all so fake this long?
Do every relationship have an expiry date?
Am I the reason for this failure?
Numerous question ponder now,
Chewing my sanity and killing me internally.
Now all i carry are tears,
Hidden behind those smiling eyes.
A broken soul wrapped in a perfect physique.
I’m slowly turning to be paranoid,
Drowning deep into this hollow world.
A girl once with a buoyant mood,
Emitting exuberance,
Still carries her aura but now with her shattered dead soul.

Let her swirl in her beautiful lehenga,
Let her show her graceful moves without any inhibitions,
She is a God’s child, born to sway freely
The nine nights of dance are her gifted days,
Let her dance to attain all the universal powers,
Power to love and spread peace,
Power to be strong and set the right laws,
Power to create a world worthy of living,
Don’t diminish all powers
For she is the one to make this world a better place,
Don’t kill all her innocence,
For that will unleash a torrendous storm from within her,
Destroying the mankind with her dance of death,
Gracefulness would still be in her moves,
But for the eyes it would be a horror stricken visual,
Let us pray and worship her beautiful soul ,
Awakening her demon powers ,
Will only cast an irreversible spell ,
The curse of which will erase every human form forever.

Ninenightsofdance – version 1

Swirling in her beautiful embroidered peach lehenga,
She danced with all her might,
Her moves so graceful , she was blessed by the Gods,
Her legs moving so freely , seemed to never touched the ground,
Alas, her emotions missed to match her grace,
She danced like a Goddess in distress,
Days passed , the nine nights of dance was nearing it’s end,
I yearned to know the hidden emotions,
It killed me to see her dying under those feelings,
Ninth day of the dance I swore to have a closure,
Feeling her in my arms wanting to share her
melancholy.
Disruption by the sudden loud music,
I am back to reality, to see her standing in front of me,
Her bright red lehenga perfectly fitting her waist,
Her blouse covering her bosom so beautifully,
Looking like an angel sent from heaven.
As if reading all my thoughts she whispered in my ears
‘The demon is killed, I killed him’,
‘The man who crumbled my soul physically and emotionally is dead’
Taken aback with those words ,
I saw a sudden splurge of emotion trickling down her eyes,
A emotion of victory and happiness,
She was back into the crowd again ,
Yet again dancing with all her might
But now accompanied by her loud laughter
The nine nights of dance was to attain the universal strength,
To put an end to a prolonged misery,
The nine nights of dance was to bring out the Durga in her,
To assassinate another Mahishasura.

Mehek, a fun-loving, adventurous woman lives life with an attitude “live life to the fullest.” On one of her treks, she met Raj, her current husband. They were madly in love with each other. They set a great example of marriage goals for the rest to follow. Soon they decided to tie the knot. The first two years of marriage were lovely and divine, but suddenly Mehek began to lose interest in Raj. She adored Raj and cared for him, but making love with him never ignited her desire. She was feeling incomplete and lonely right now.

She gradually began to drift away from Raj. To escape her boredom, she began to go clubs on a regular basis. On one such occasion, she ran across an old school friend, Vikrant. She struck up an instant connection with him and then began the series of meetings. Clubs, café shops, and short vacations were all planned. Mehek felt alive for the first time in a long time, and she knew she was falling for Vikrant.

On a chilly December night, she planned a romantic evening with Vikrant. She lied to Raj about where she was. She changed into a long slit red backless gown and snuck out of the house before Raj arrived. As she entered the five-star hotel, she noticed Vikrant, who was dressed in a black tuxedo that complemented his perfectly toned body. She just wanted to pull off his clothes and make love to him right then and there. When he called her out of her daydream, she snapped out of it. They went to the rooftop, holding each other’s hands, and ordered the dinner. Mehek was just staring at Vikrant, and the delicious food had no effect on her tastebuds; all she wanted to do was lay naked with Vikrant.

After finishing their dinner, they both went to Vikrant’s place. His house’s beautiful intricate designs captivated her. His home was an ideal romantic place for any couple. Then Vikrant grabbed her waist from behind and began caressing her. This was the moment Mehek had been waiting for, and she let herself drown in her feelings. After nearly a year, she had the most lovely sensual night. She fell asleep thinking about their amazing lovemaking encounter.

She was woken awake by a strange noise coming from the adjacent room. She noticed Vikrant was not on the other side of the bed. She put on Vikrant’s T-shirt and walked towards the sound. She froze as she opened the door, witnessing the most horrible scene of her life. Vikrant was topless, sharpening the blades of a massive butcher knife, and the entire room was filled with female heads. Her body felt lifeless, and she stood frozen, unaware of what was going on around her. She broke out of her numbness and tried to run away, but Vikrant grabbed her and slowly cut her throat while humming a romantic song.

He relished in every moment of her blood spurting and kissed the nape of her blood-splattered neck. Vikrant was a psychopath who beheads a woman betraying her spouse. Mehek was also among them, and she paid a heavy price.

Engulfed in the sorrows of life ,
Weeping over my foregone deeds,
Betraying my own happiness,
Ignoring it like it never existed

Knocking on my door to cleanse off the gloominess,
Happy memories stood beside me to give back my lost smile,
Lost in my lonely World,
My Happiness longed to be acknowledged everytime.

Giggling and laughing were once my best friends for life but alas
Even they drifted away slowly when I pushed them aside,
To find solace in the arms of my grief,
Melancholy became my soul mate for life.

Cuddling with my new found Love,
Sobbing and crying became my mates,
I betrayed my happiness again and again..
Bidding me a goodbye,
Happiness finally went away with a smiling face.

A shapeless clay that was moulded into a beautiful art,
Those imprecise words that now gives an inspiring speech,
Those black and white moments that brightened my future,
My success stories are forever indebted to you,
From helping me find my inner talent,
To showcase it confidently to the world,
You never gave up on me even when I lost my faith in myself,
The challenges you faced during a change in system,
You did not let it show during any of ur sessions
You made it seem like it was a cakewalk for you
But you slogged day and night to get the hang of the latest technology and open yourself to the digital world,
Like a parent  who is unbiased to all their children,
Now I know why you are referred to as our second parent,
Thank you for making me a better person,
Thank you for imbibing us with knowledge of science, art and technique,
Thank for imbibing us with knowledge of love and wisdom
Thank u for choosing to be a Teacher,
And change the lives on daily basis for betterment of the world.

She was just born when she was buried deep down,
After a day of lying still,
She cried out loud to be heard by the town,
The crowd gathered to witness the miracle,
They said she was guarded in the Mother Earth’s womb,
She grew 15 in an orphans world,
Then she was sent to a family for her care,
She was yet again thrown in a  dark dungeon,
To the beasts who charged their manhood every night,
No one to see her tears flowing down,
No loud cry was heard by the town,
She was a survivor she was told by many,
And a escape plan she laid down in a jiffy.
Now at 20 she held her head high,
The story of her survival was known to all,
She was a Survivor and an epitome of feminity,
Born from the soil and back to nature’s womb
She left behind a troop of survivors fostered under her wings