Her only fault was she trusted the so called “humans”.

It fills me with nothing but disgust when I see the face of humanity around.
Are we even fit to be called humans anymore?
The very same proud creatures who called themselves human based on their ability to reason have been reduced to no more than what the famous writer Jonathan Swift once called;

“pernicious race of little
odiois vermin that nature
ever suffered to crawl upon
the surface of the earth”.

Evidences to prove the barbarism of humanity has been writ everyday on the papers since times immemorial.
However what I read today has shattered the very basis of my existence.
A pregnant elephant who had been caught in stagnant water for days breathed her last today.
The life forming in her womb ended along with her.
You must be thinking why the death of an elephant caught in a flood fills me with such rage. .
The reason for her death will for sure writhe your heart too.
The poor and helpless life had been caught there for three days and hence was hungry as she was with a featus.
She must’ve felt delighted when she saw traces of humans at a distance.
Hoping that they’ve come to her rescue her heart must’ve exulted.
However little did she know the true nature veiled behind the mask of “humanity”.
She was fed on pineapples stuffed with firecrackers which she devoured taking it as an act of compassion and empathy which however served too fatal for her.
What was her fault to deserve such cruelty?
How could a man stoop so low as to impose such acts of brutality on a voiceless life?
Didn’t that person at once feel a prick of conscience?
There are innumerable questions which rise in our minds when we see such acts of monstrosity.
The answers we get are almost none.
Can a mere penalty of a few thousand bucks or a year or two in prison compensate to this loss of life?
However it is a question to ponder on.
We don’t deserve to be called humans until we are able to win over our animalistic drives.

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Ophelia

she glides in the still pool,

her golden locks spilled in water

half hides her face.

a work of renaissance art

procelean skin,

scintillating under the light of the night

the cold she felt within is reflected on her lips, blue

for she kissed not a mortal but an ivy before parting.

they say she was mad

never asked why?

she longed for sanity

not that she didn’t try.

dejected by love, rejected by mirth

the faces she met always cold and wry.

no more in conflict with herself

she sleeps in eternal peace.

the nightingale sings the dirge,

she wears the shroud of the night breeze.

the heaven weeps,

long spells of rain.

and in the distance

the church bell chimes.

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Ingredients for The Concoction of Happiness

put ‘anger’ , ‘loathing’ and ‘envy’ into the mortal and pestle it well.

set a pint of ‘consciousness’ in a large container of ‘affirmation’ and put it to boil on high flame till the vapours of ‘remorse’ and ‘hate’ evaporate and what you’re left with is clear ‘gratitude’.

strain the remains of ‘doubt’ and then add a pinch of ‘self-love’.

next , top it up with ‘faith’ and ‘trust’ plucked fresh from the garden of universe.

the perfect concoction of ‘happiness’ and ‘mirth’ is ready!

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Indifference

Clawed her locks and pulled it back,

The other pressed on her neck.

The scent of whiskey and perfume

Swayed in sinister moves.

He tried with all his ‘ man powers’

In his words to ‘ tame the beast ‘.

The indifferent placidity on her face

No tint of color

Made him flounder.

Unable to take the sly smirk

Born in her eyes

He buried her face in the pillow.

What harm could this puny being

Cause to her

When her ‘self’ is wondering somewhere

In the Forest of Delirium?

She laughed like mad!

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