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.


The nine nights of dance version 2

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.

Nine nights of dance – version 1

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
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.

Love sex Dhoka

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

The Love Ballad of Earth and Rain

The Love Ballad of the Earth and Rain❤🌎🌧

When she is suffering from the scorching heat of the sun,
When she is sweating and anxiously waiting for a splash
Silently the love of her life comes and drenches her
Banishing her prolonged misery
The love ballad of the earth and rain is unspoken of, unheard of
The passionate love releases a beautiful fragrance,
The fragrance of love which heals the inner despair,
The trees witnessing their love dance in glee,
Along with the wind they perform a ballet,
The Sun slowly rises to have a glance,
The smile that surfaces is full of vibrant colours,
The blissful intimacy after a respite
Now had to end for them to survive
The earth couldn’t take much,
For it had it’s own limitations
The rain quietly drifted with a promise to be back again,
The Earth and Rain parted with beautiful memories,
The last showers that came witnessed the thunders and lighting,
They had arrived to take the him back with the same pomp and show,
When they came to drop him to his love
Rain rain it went away, fulfiling the desires of his dear life.

Written By: Neesha Shetty

The Cradle

I lay wide awake staring at the empty cradle beside my bed,
Two little feet and tiny hands bid me goodbye in no time,
My eyes then gazing down at my flat belly,
That was protruding like a huge balloon sometime back,
‘She can’t conceive again’ I heard them say,
My whole world came crashing down with those words,
I wanted to scream until all my bones break,
I cursed every God in the universe,
For giving me this fateful life,
They say every cloud has silver lining,
The very next moment my cradle was filled with a cry,
A baby who was unknown of his mother’s death,
Was placed before me for a motherly love,
I now knew my motive in life,
I was chosen to be a Yashoda for this little Krishna,
My empty cradle was once again joyous from the cries of this little miracle,
Little feet and tiny hands held me tight,
To unfold the destiny of our lives hand in hand.



Age is just a number
The white hair is just a colour

You still have a strong body
To lift the burden of an entire family
You still get up at 7 in the morning
And work till late in the evening
Your BP numbers are definitely high
But you just don’t show any stressful signs
The money that you make is never for you
For your happiness lies in giving us the entire share
You never held my hand and made me walk
You always allowed me to fall and get up with a bang
The whipping from the cane was not easy for you
To stop that tear from flowing out was unseen by all
For our betterment you took many harsh steps
But silently u were weeping while u slept
The memories of listening to the old music in the dawn
Will remain etched forever till I’m gone
Let me thank you today for the sacrifices you made
Let me tell you sorry for being so late
Let me fulfill all your wrapped wishes
Calm down now , Slow down now
Take a little rest, spend your time in you little nest
Allow me to share the burden and take your journey ahead
Bless me to be as strong as you
And love my family as selflessly as you.