The Vibrant Bliss

TheVibrantBliss
I stay in front of the door so long,

Waiting for my love to open it
With utmost eagerness and temper.
When she opens it in her new outfit,
I’m fully beyond the control
So that she can control me with her spells.
Her beautiful lips strikes on my sight,
And compels me for a passionate kiss.
Our hands crosses together in its flow,
Breath and feels like we’re in heaven.
Suddenly I notices the shyness she has,
But it disappears so magically
When I keenly look at her eyesights.

With every heaving, breathe
His tongue flickers for more
His every caressing touch gasps my soul,
His body trembles with every desire,
And My feelings are too strong to brawl.
I knew this wouldn’t be the last
A flame ignites in raging fire
Our passion rises in warmth
As my body quivers
As each beat quickens

As our moans whisper in night
You can feel me quiver
Wanting for more

She certainly kills me slowly with her love
But by taking in the whole breathe from a man,
With whom she had been sharing her dreams.
A moment where 2 souls crossing their fingers together,
And the glory of nakedness spreads all around them.
The strong bond of attraction on her makes me insane,
That too with a beautiful passion and love for my half part.
I linger and subdue the whole her,
Looking at the innocence in her vital body,
Gasps so strangely at the moment.
Our fingers and eyes crossed again,
But this time for a few more…!

Tonight, Oh my special one!
Like the cherry on cake
May your taste be on my lips,
May your touch yearn for more
You may lose control
But I want to feel your love
Like the way you utter
“You are mine “
Warming up to blazing fire
Lost in ardour of dance
Falling on his ardent arms
Like heaven unwrapped.
For he is mine
Now and forever
Our veracity of love-
That we are bonded with hearts
And that sensual kiss
That seals our minds in love!

PS: Once again, here is another romantic group blogging post that I did together with the girl with the scorpion tattoo, a brilliant blogger and a BDS student from Mangalore, India. Click here to find the person who had written the femine portion of this awesome composition, that too in a most romantic and loving way. We had already made one before, and hence we thought of sharing an update which can bring some additional random natural human feelings and emotions for the readers. Hope ya all will enjoy this. Have a good day. God bless. xoxo

2 days

New York
21st July 2002
09:55 pm

This wasn’t her first time of repeating the same fault. But it was a quiet accidental incident this time though. She was terrified about her mom’s reaction, and hence that young girl decided to stay outside the main door of her home on that misty midnight, eagerly waiting for her step dad’s arrival from the work site. Isha, that was her name. Born as an Indian by birth and currently residing in New York along with her mom and step dad for 3 years. She lost her dad in a plane crash when she was 6. The incident had seriously put a negative impact for her small family and Isha completely lost herself personally after the disaster. Radhika, her mom always shouted at this young-beautiful teenager’s naughty and lazy actions for no reason in everything Isha do and that was why she really did hate her own mom and loved being in contact with Robin, her step dad. Even on that shivery cold climatic condition, her only intention was to wait for Robin to get back home.

22nd July 2002
12:15 am

Gradually, the climatic conditions started to change. The temperature began to fall down drastically and Isha felt so unsafe with it. She couldn’t withstand the naive climatic condition present there anymore with the jacket she had, but still lacked the confidence for knocking the door just behind her. Suddenly she noticed a fatty-middle aged women who were in a traditional Indian saree wear with a black sweater above it, opened the door in a much louder voice.

“Isha…! Where were you?”, she shouted.

“Mom…! I was… I was at Rohan’s home. We had a few common discussions regarding the project that must be submitted on tomorrow.”, Isha said in a hurry.

“I see…! How dare did you lie to me?

“I don’t think so, Mom. Believe me if you can! Even if you can’t, please do leave me alone. You see, I’m too tired and need some sleep now.”

“Are you a hooker or night bar girl to come back home so early like this? Huh? Let me see what I could do on your case. Get in for now!”

Isha painfully accepted the stout lady’s trust and faith on her and looked like a half-witted girl, still in a shy mood. 

“Why under the name of holy shit she had given birth to a girl like me”, she thought.

“Get in……!”, Radhika proclaimed at her unlucky daughter again.

Isha estranged herself from mom by walking directly towards her room upstairs. She locked the door from inside for avoiding another war fight of words between her and mom. While sitting on the bed in an angry mood, the young girl came to note a beautiful, but the upset image of a girl in the mirror which was held opposite to her bed. Isha, in a hurry, started to follow the mirror like someone who hadn’t ever seen her reflection on a long glass piece and willing to find the dynamic reason behind its magical appearance. She stood there in an excitement for doing an experimental naughty action, which might even lead to the origin of another stewed observation from her mom’s side. She stripped off her clothes one by one, from the jacket to panties.

She gazed at her nakedness, enlarged breasts, red marks on both sides of the stomach, and hid the vaginal region with both fingers, as if something had happened! While looking at the mirror, she viewed a teenager who had lost herself and beyond the self-control few hours back at her boy friend’s home. The time they had spent together, on a common bed, might be the right opportunity to her boyfriend who had been waiting for a moment like this since they’re in relationship. But for her? She didn’t really mean to be a part of a physical activity with him. At one point, they did it, although she wasn’t mentally prepared to have sex for the very first time with a guy.

After taking a deep breath, Isha took the marker pen that was placed on the table below the mirror’s frame.

‘I’m not seeking for a life she deserves, this is all about me. Only me!’
Isha

Writing this in an orderly fashion on the mirror, her eyes were filled with tears. She laughed out loudly at those scripts she had written and went back to the lucid-stately memories years back she had with her dad. 

22nd July 2012
07:30 am

“Isha! Open the door. Hello…”, Robin yelled from outside of the room, though only the stagnant sound of the moving clock’s needle was heard from inside. Robin felt something went wrong regarding the atmosphere he had been facing there, and hence pulled the door from outside to break the chains his sweet daughter had kept. 

It wasn’t the right moment for a lovely dad to see her daughter’s lifeless body dangled on a strong piece of rope there! At one corner of the room, his young daughter’s randomly scribbled words were shining in a very meaningful pattern in the mirror. Perhaps, it included everything as a description against what she was…

Photo credits: Google

She was my SISTER!

“India is my country and all Indians are my brothers and sisters.

I love my country and I am proud of its rich and varied heritage.

I shall always strive to be worthy of it.

I shall give my parents, teachers and all elders respect and treat everyone with courtesy.

To my country and my people, I pledge my devotion.

In their well-being and prosperity alone, lies my happiness.”

What I have stated above is the pledge of my tricolor flag owned nation. Yes, I’m an INDIAN. A democratic country which is rich in its tradition, culture, rituals, food, education and all, among the world nations. Well, I’m not interested in mentioning about the conversant attributes of my nation. What actually I have to reveal about my nation is this story which touched every Indians heart for the past few days.

I don’t know how will you react to this crooked incident after hearing the story! I’m bit feared about your approach and expectations in the near future towards my nation though. What I’m going to tell you is all about the thoughts and responses by a common being against an illogical incident happened by the mid of this Christmas month and finally ended up with the death of a 23 year old girl who had enough dreams to achieve in her life. Let me briefly describe the incident at first.

Kaput Hopes

December 16: The victim, a paramedic student, watches a movie with her friend and heads home around 9 pm. She and her friend get on an illegal bus (a common sight in Delhi) whose conductor indicates that it is heading towards her home. 

On the bus, six drunken men, including the driver, first taunt her and used an iron rod to beat her friend, who tries to defend her, unconscious. They then rape and torture the young woman for over 40 minutes. 

In an attempt to hide their crime they strip the woman and her friend and throw them, naked and unconscious, out of the bus. 

They are discovered by the police and admitted to Safdarjung Hospital.

December 17: The police begin their investigations. Using CCTV footage and other clues, they identify four of assassins. Meanwhile her doctors disclose the extents of the woman’s horrific injuries.

December 18: The first protests begin, carried out by students of the Jawaharlal Nehru University. The day also sees a drama-filled day at Parliament where Sushma Swaraj calls for the death penalty and Jaya Bachchan makes an emotional speech.December 20: Students protest directly outside Delhi Chief Minister Shiela Dikshit’s house. After they try to storm the police barricade they are chased away by the Delhi police in the first of many such clashes. The victim’s friend gives his statement. December 21: The victim continues to be critical. Her friend identifies Mukesh, one of the accused, at Tihar jail. One more of the six are caught by the police.

December 22: Protests begin to get larger and start to center around the India gate and the Rastrapathi Bhavan, where thousands assembly and protest peacefully. 

December 23: Protests continue. Some elements begin to attack the police barricade and damage some vehicles. Delhi police retaliate with water cannons, tear gas and indiscriminate lathi charges. The reaction leads to chaos around India Gate and causes a severe backlash against the police. 

A police constable, Subhash Tomar is found collapsed at the scene of the protests. The police immediately arrest eight protestors for assaulting him.

December 24: The infamous ‘Theek Hai’ day. After demands by the protestors to be addressed by the leader of the nation, PM Manmohan Singh makes a statement. He asks protesters to go home and assures them that measures would be taken to improve the safety of women in the country. His lackluster statement quickly passes out of memory. 

However, as he ended his speech, he asks the question ‘Theek Hai?’ (Was it fine?) to the technicians off-screen. 

This part of his speech is accidentally broadcast and raises fresh protests and a stream of comments as to why the entire situation was ‘Not fine’. 

Meanwhile two of the accused are produced in a Delhi court where they ask to be hanged for their crimes. 

December 25: The victim appeared to be getting better with her doctor hoping for an optimistic outcome despite having to remove almost all of her small intestine due to gangrene. She manages to give a statement to a magistrate. 

This statement lead to an ugly political spat with CM Sheila Dikshit complaining to Home Minister Sushil Kumar Shinde that the police were causing interference with the process. 

The Delhi constable who was found collapsed at the scene of the protests on December 23, Subhash Tomar, dies. 

December 26: The protests continue in Delhi and only get larger. Constable Tomar is cremated with full state honors – a rare service for a constable and seen as the Delhi police making a point.

However the victim’s condition deteriorates drastically and she is flown to Singapore’s Mount Elizabeth Hospital.

December 27: The victim remains critical in the ICU of Mount Elizabeth Hospital. The Delhi police, along with other paramilitary forces, clamp down on the capital in a desperate attempt to stop the protests. 

They stop metro services, close roads and essentially turn the heart of the capital of India into a fortress. They even impose curfew, forbidding more than five persons from assembling. 

December 28: Despite the efforts of the Delhi police the protests continue. The victim’s condition deteriorates further. Her doctors in Singapore announce that she is suffering from multiple organ failure and is ‘extremely critical’. There were hopes that the super-specialty hospital might yet save her life. 

December 29: At around 3 am IST, the victim passes away.

The End

Most of you would feel ashamed after reading this real incident happened in my country 2 weeks back! Yes, I belong to a country where brutal acts and sexual abuses against women and children are increasing day by day. But why? I had been regularly taking the pledge mentioned in the beginning along with my mates from my kindergarten days onwards till my Higher Secondary School Level. It was almost around 12 years of my life, I had raised the same pledge in every morning sessions before the class starts. One among the assassin included in the list is a minor, who is legally an immature guy. How come he also added up in the gang? Did it show that I wouldn’t be able to walk along with my sister or mom in a public path during late night?

My personal opinions:


As a fellow Indian being, I couldn’t resist myself after hearing this heart-rending news in late today morning. My expectation for her come back from the brutal cause to life was keenly an affable one. Even her determination and wish for a comeback in such a bad condition made me excited as from a manly sight. I have also a family consisting of an elder sister and mom. If this is the case, how could I at least walk in the darkness of night with my mom or sister to a nearby shop or home which is at a distance of 10 or 20 minutes walk?From my point of view, India lacks well blatant rules and justice against the murders who are committing unbelievable crimes of this sort. I do remember the strictly engaged rules in Arabic nations against this kind of atrocity by the human pests. 
* Sudden actions must take against such shindy acts in the public.
* Every woman should take their own responsibility in keeping them safe from impassable conditions. 

*Be always cautious in taking every step when you’re either in a crowded or strange independent area. 
* Hold a mobile or at least tell your parents when you’re out during night schedules. Be always in touch with them.
*Avoid using modern and faint dress materials when you travel alone at night.


What I have seen from the responses of common people over here is just WORDLESS! Hoping for a peaceful and apt justice from the legal authorities against the murderers and convey it as a lesson for those who’re still in the crooked paths of doing injustice and uncultured events. May the assasins think about themselves what they did to their sensitive sister and remorse about the sins they put on her and the family. ATONEMENT! It must be the final result which should elapse through their mind with the punishment they are going to face. 

Thanks,
Rahul