Why do you rape me?

Published February 27, 2014 by calvin5811

Akhand Singh

The world is full of hypocrites, selfish and cruel people; moreover as we are moving along with the new century all we have explored is more of evil and darkness in ourselves. Recent rape, molestation, murders and homicides suggests that we are on the edge of breaking out each and every single cell of goodness in ourselves.

Our elders no longer knows the difference between right and wrong, good and bad, and between what needs to be endured and what shouldn’t be endured. Society has already collapsed. I am not saying this just being the youngster, I believe I really have an old soul and a one which is determined, the one that knows that whatever is morally right today should have been morally right through all the decades in past. Crimes and partialities against race, caste, culture and gender should have always been severely punishable.


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Published February 10, 2014 by calvin5811
The world has become a lake of ice,

with no concord or compassion,

where no one hears or responds.

They say eyes reflect the truth

but does anyone have the time?

to look into someones eyes.

I feel the loneliness,it stays with me always,

like a companion

They say she likes it all by herself

Maybe they think i don’t need,to be

hugged or acknowledged,
because of the pain i hide.

deep down,it is all about emotions

I am just a tiny mortal particle of the universe

who ceases to exist



At Lunch

Published January 10, 2014 by calvin5811

Everyday,i sit in a room by a window and eat my lunch with a group of my colleagues.It is a huge window and i always prefer sitting by the side.Not because i see an amazing landscape or feel a gentle breeze flowing through,but instead i watch a group of construction workers and poor laborers work there in the scorching heat,while sit here comfortably eating my lunch.

Among the group,I particularly noticed this family of three,a mother,father and a small boy.


well,its not exactly a astounding observation,you might say,but here’s the thing the mother doesn’t have the power of speech,all she can do is mumble out some sounds and do some hand actions to make her family understand what she wants to convey.

Then the small boy,he is simply the cutest little thing in the world.He is a bright,enthusiastic,cheerful young lad.When you watch him trying to help his mother or father in their construction work your heart simply melts.Not only does he help his parents but literally everyone around in his possible without creating a sound.He watches and learns things happening around him.

But i wonder,if this kid will ever go to a school and get education that he deserves.At this age he is helping his parents but what if this becomes his future,being a meager laborer? I hope not.

Fleeting moments

Published December 13, 2013 by calvin5811


Moments tell me i am not alone
some happy or sad
some angry or withdrawn
some celebrate timeless love,faith and truth
some celebrate agony,pain and suffering
The good ones scuttle fast
The bad one sojourn for long
This is how time messes with our heads
we live moments for someone or with someone
But none stay or dwell for long
because they are fleeting moments.

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