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it's a poem of love,one sided love,cheat...
means mixture of feelings...
ye kavita maine apne colg ki ek ladki ko dekhkar likha hu..
jo ki mere colg ki girls common room me dikhi thi..
ye girls common room ek khali chhota sa hall type ka room hai..
so padhiye aur btayiyega ki kaisi likhi hai ye kavita...kavita caption me hai...
😊😊

वो लड़की girls common room ki,
सपनों में आती है अब,नींदें मेरी चुराती है।
शर्माती है,दुपट्टे से अपना वो चेहरा छिपाती है,
नज़रों से क्या कहे ,क्या सितम वो ढाहती है,
बस ज़िंदा तो रहता हूं, जां लेकर वो जाती है।
वो लड़की girls common room ki....
उसके चेहरे की हंसी,मेरी सांसे रुकी,
मेरी धड़कनों को तेज कर जाती है।
कभी गुजरती है वो जो पास से मेरे,
मेरी नज़रे वहीं थम जाती है।
कैसे बताऊं उसे दिल की ये बातें,
सामने कत्ल ज़ुबां की हो जाती है।
वो लड़की girls common room ki...
सपनों में आती है अब,नींदें मेरी चुराती है।
कुछ न भाता मुझे, अब तो उसके बिना,
उससे दूरी सही नहीं जाती है।
उसका भोलापन,उसकी सादगी प्यारी ,
मुझे उसका दीवाना बनाती है।
बातें करने का मन तो बहुत है मगर,
सामने धड़कने मेरी बढ़ जाती है।
वो लड़की girls common room ki..
जब भी सामने मेरे आ जाती है..।
जब भी रूठे मुझे,कुछ न अच्छा लगे,
अपने साथ मुझे भी रुलाती है।
उसकी हंसी की खातिर,मै कुछ भी करू,
चाहे जा मेरी क्यों न जाती है।
मुझे परवाह नहीं, अब दुनिया की कोई,
मेरी दुनिया वहीं बन जाती है।
वो लड़की girls common room ki..
कभी मुझसे जो हाथ मिलाती है...
छोङू न हाथ,मरते दम तक दू साथ,
पर अफसोस,कई जख्म कुरेद कर जाती है।
संभालता हूं खुद को,हट जाता हूं पीछे,
कुछ यादें जीने नहीं देती है।
डर लगता है अब तो प्यार से मुझे,
उसे देख ये गलती हो जाती है।
उसकी बाते अब मै कैसे कहूं,
मेरी जख्मों पर मरहम लगाती है।
वो लड़की girls common room ki..
मेरे दिल को बहुत लुभाती है।
शर्माती है, दुपट्टे से अपना वो , हाय!!चेहरा छिपाती है,
नज़रों से क्या कहे ,क्या सितम वो ढाहती है,
वो लड़की girls common room ki..
सपनों में मेरे अब आती है,नींदें मेरी चुराती है...2।
- आर्यावर्त वेद प्रकाश।






@Vinay Prakash Shastri @Akshita Jangid(poetess) @Esha Joshi @Haimi Kumari @Harishita Singh

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What I'm about to share with you is what happens to man with no interactions, nothing to share, nowhere to go and nothing to do. After such time, the human mind molds to its surroundings to the point where it doesn't even know it's alone anymore. This is a brief yet never ending look on the inside of a desolate life to some but to one man, a carousel of very much unwanted attention.
Steven came into work when the sun was down and left when it was down. He didn't have a front desk man to check in with, no assistants to issue orders to and certainly no passerby to wish him a good day. All he knew was there would be a new body to examine and store, compliments to the delivery people who made the transfer prior to his shift. These bodies had no family, no friends or loved ones to claim them, maybe that's why he felt so intertwined with them.
This morning started like any other, he came into the office well before sunrise and drank his coffee while looking over the new body laying before him. This now dead body belonged to "Harold Stein". Harold was struck by a car while escaping a mental institution not far from the morgue. Steven wondered if he let the car hit him, giving him freedom from the white walled prison that entrapped him. Pondering the case, he knew he would have dove into that car. The dead man's head was split open in the back, requiring Steven to sow it back up, something he had done time to time. Most people did puzzles or excersised, whatever floated their boat to blow steam off, sowing people back together is what relieved Steven's stress. After the last stitch, he layed him on his back and pushed the slab back into the wall and closed the latch, almost sad it was over. Steven went to put another batch of coffee on when he heard a knock from behind him. He was so used to silence, he dropped the coffee pot and watched it shatter to pieces, steaming coffee forming a river leading to where Harold was stowed. Slowly, he turned around and looked around the entire room, giving every place he would hide a chance to reveal a burglar. Then the knock came again and Steven knew exactly the area it was coming from, Harold's new home, the third slab up on the right wall. Even though he knew there was no other staff working he looked behind him real quick before reaching out slowly to the metal coffin. The closer his hand got the louder the knock sounded out while the overhead light started to flicker madly. As soon as he grasped the handle the light stopped flickering and the knocking came to a halt. Steven's heartbeat slowed down, his breath came to a normal pace as he turned around to fetch his coffee. He lifted it up to take a sip and turned around to see Harold the dead corpse standing in his face. The coffee cup made it's descent to the hardwood floor and shattered into pieces as all the lights now started flickering. Steven back pedaled a few steps then turned around and sprinted out the building. It wasn't real, it was just the morgue playing tricks, these sort of facts raced through his mind while he lay there that night, light years from sleep. The following morning he rose and reported to work, the traumatizing event from the previous night well behind him. The parking spot was the same, the coffee set up the same, the noiseless chatter was even the same. One thing was utterly different, Steven knew this when he looked up at the working slab in the middle of the room and saw Harold, out of the wall and back to where he was originally first seen. Perhaps the shift before him brought Harold back out to examine the stitch job Steven had done. The weary eyed mortician sat at the desk and looked for any signs of the prior shift doing this and then heard a faint raspy voice.
Harold: "Getting stocked into the wall like some market meat is getting kinda old Steven."
Shear panic streamed across Steven's face, lips fumbling to form a sentence but failing to do so. He got up slowly and tried to calm his breathing, figuring this was all due to a lack of sleep. Quickly, he jotted down on a piece of paper that he was feeling I'll and sent himself home. In his dreams that night he found himself trapped in the wall, body stuck to the slab. He was pulled out and saw Harold standing over him, scalpel in hand as his eyes glazed over at the split opening in Steven's head. Waking up with a sharp gasp, sweat formed on his forehead, though he felt shaking cold. Drama was never something Steven wanted to be a part of, he knew he had to continue with his work or at least try to. Pulling up to his usual parking spot he noticed the lights were already on, something he usually did himself. Not five seconds went by before he heard that same raspy voice call out to him.
Harold: "Before you slam me back into the wall, just hear me out, please."
Steven gave in to it, he gave into the possibility that this might actually be real.
Steven: "Say what you have to say, I'm listening."
Although he said he was listening he had to convince himself to let the words spill through his ears and let his brain process what it meant.
Harold: "Alright, look Steven. I'm not sure how else to tell you this but the only reason you can see me, and hear me is because you are dead, just like I am."
Steven: "That's nonsense, you're just a figment of my sleepless nights, you are just something my subconscious has put together to give me a scare."
Harold: "Oh how I wish that was true Steve. Have you not ever wondered why you don't see any other staff members? You know that you never once have been in the break room, you have never taken a break besides stopping to make coffee."
Steven: "What do the breaks and the break room have anything to do with this?"
Harold: "Look for yourself, tell me what does that staff list plaque say in that dreadful room?"
Steven stumbled over to the hanging plaque and stripped it off the wall, buckled to the ground and let the picture fall from his grasp, only tears to defend his sudden actions. He was dead. Steven was the man Harold hit on his way out from his prison escape. At that second he disappeared and was sent into a world of nothingness.
The required personell hovered around the coffee and crackers and waited further word in quiet anticipation, for this such thing did not happen often. The building manager came in and set his things down, letting out a long sigh as he looked around the room.
Manager:" Good morning everybody, I just wanted to let you all know we will bringing on another day shift mortician, Gary can't carry the load all on his own. I will be starting the hiri-"
Doug:"What do you mean hire another day shift mortician? We also have Steven, that guy works his ass off, don't take his hours away!"
Manager:"Whose Steven? The only day shift worker is Gary at the moment Doug."
Doug:"Are you mad? His name is right here on the plaque with the rest of us."
Doug picked the plaque up and dropped it after realizing there was no Steven on there, or on any other plaque in the building. A sharp gasp escaped his chest as he backed into the wall behind him, slouching to the floor with his hands on his face. Steven didnt exist on the plaques, the photos in Doug's phone, or in anyones memories. There was no Steven. There never was. Only inside of his co-workers mind. Trapped forever.

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wo band Kamra 

Abhi Abhi to sab aaye the way se  or aate hi kya kya hua ।me naye thi naye kya Aaj rat ko hi unke 2sare bathe se Maree saadi hoye ha । or mummy ji na bola baathe room m jao apne Maine sira hilya or haa kaha । m chale Gaye the  rom me lakin sab kuch sunye da raha tha room me । bahar unke aalwa koi or nhi tha Abhi mummy Ji bole Apne 2sare datha se ki ja le aa usko dosare room se m suna hi rahe the  ki tabhi wo aaye or bole ki Abhi tm arrama kar lo m Abhi aayq Maine bola ok thik h or wo chale Gaye  or mujhe use room m band kar diya। m Aaj bhi sochte ho ku Kiya mujhe band tabhi bhar se awaje aaye mare papa ki unki mummy ni Maree papa se bola thik h sab aapke ghar  m papa bole haa sab thik h Priya kaha  h ।wo bole USA room m h tabhi Maine apne apko thik Kiya or दूसरे दरवाजे से  bhar nikal gaye or papa se acchye se baat ki papa ke Jane ke bad mujh use room m band kar diya or kise ko saath m bheja diya wo kon tha m nhi jane the ...........???? 

ab m aajed ho kuki m vah nhi yah ho upar 😶😶😶😶😶😶😶

my story .........

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I am locked in a room ,
And I am scared of the new
 sound, 
I am hearing. 
Some Things are breaking,
 Some things are flying, 
And the voice is increasing. 

I want to stop and shout for help,
 I want to stop the new storm, 
I want to stop the destruction of my room.

Because, 
I am not used to of this voice, Maybe things in my room are changing.

Is this storm clearing my path,
 Or creating more destruction?
I am locked in a room, And I am scared.

I = My soul
Room = Heart
Storm = Changes coming in life/heart
Sound = A new change

#Life #English #Situations #Heart #Mind #Soul #feelings #Nojoto


@Brijesh Maurya @Chandan Kumar I'm a student and a music lerner as well... @sakshi Tiwari @Aradhana Kumari

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VICTIM OF RAPE..

I don’t know how I managed to, I just knew that I was able to find my way home after fighting against his tight grip. I really can’t explain how devastated I am right now. My fiancé  suddenly became a beast just because I didn’t permit him to have sex with me.

It's not the first time I am experiencing this but the difference is, I got away this time. I thought ken was different. He is a Christian. He speaks in tongues. In fact, he is the youth pastor of his Church—so respected and admired.

Why is all this happening to me, am I cursed? 

What ken did to me this evening brought back the memory of the incident that took place five years ago in my room when I was on campus.

It was not really my fault because I wasn't aware of his plans in the first place. It was like the usual visit to my place after examination, before the end of the semester. I was happy to see him as usual. We were in a relationship, though he wasn't the Church type but he is a good guy and caring at that.

My boyfriend came visiting and I made him comfortable in my abode by preparing his favourite meal and made him feel at home.

The sun began to say farewell to daylight and the twinkle twinkle little stars took over the mantle from day and stood in the gap for itself.

My roommate had gone for vigil as the semester was over. He had never slept in my place before, neither have I in his place even though he stays alone. I was surprised because it's past 8 and he wasn't making plans of leaving anytime soon.

As if reading my mind, he said he won't be leaving as he planned to spend the night with me before going home and moreover, he knows my roommate had gone for vigil. I didn't want to argue.

I adjusted the bedspread in the room and I made sure the door was properly locked, then we went to bed together.

And in the middle of the night, I felt a movement on my body. I thought it was cockroach but I knew it wasn't somehow, then he spoke in the dark, "Baby I want to feel you a little, maybe it will help me sleep as I'm finding it difficult to sleep." When did I turn to lullaby? I said in my mind.

Still struggling to open my mouth and say the word "NO, PLEASE" became a problem for me. While still contemplating how to turn him down without upsetting him, the pleasure I was getting wouldn't allow me. Many thoughts ran through my small mind and I finally said NO... NO... NO... DON'T.

But my plea fell on deaf ears. I got up and turned on the light and behold the TONY I saw was not the guy I knew and loved. He was so strange and different. 

Before I knew what was going on my clothes and body were separated. Until today, I can't explain how that magic happened within seconds. "Please don't", was the song I sang till my roommate came back in the morning.

I ended everything with him and I hated him from that day onward.

Or is it when I visited my friend from the fellowship and how I was raped in his room, I wished I died that day. The looks on his friend's face and neighbors, I picked my shattered self and walked head down to my room.

Or when I went to a remote village for service and the accommodation I was able to get because I was new to the area, how thieves visited that day and raped all the ladies there, of course I was not excluded.

I sometimes asked myself how can one person, I mean one small lady, have 3 rape cases in her life time from different men—beasts I mean.

I intentionally stayed away from men, anything men at all for four years.

Ken changed everything. I mean, he was an angel sent to wipe my sorrow and pains away, at least so I thought.

The testimony from his congregation about him gave me no doubt that he was the one.

TONY blamed me for what he did to me, he blamed me for raping me, imagine that!! For years I was with the guilt that I caused the rape, but I realized it wasn't my fault in any way. 

Ken taught on rape on one of the days I went to church. Yes, I realized I had forgotten God and had to go back to Him. My life was empty, full of bitterness and pain. I needed to be free at least, I want to drop the heavy loads I was carrying daily. 

It was so obvious that something was missing in my life, something no man can give. I resumed going to Church and studying the word.

I was invited to ken's Church and l liked the atmosphere and decided to stay, I decided to pitch my tent there. That was when the announcement of their youth programme was made, I gave it a thought to attend.

After hearing the word from the mouth of an handsome preacher like Ken, I was broken and I rededicated my life to God.

We became friends and finally got into a relationship. I finally thought THIS IS IT. 

I was happy, he was happy too and everything was just fine. I thought he was different because he talked about marriage, the very first guy to tell me he wants to get married to me.

WHY?                 WHY??                 WHY???

All men are after sex! I screamed at myself many times in the bathroom.

Sleep had lost its place in me that day, so I decided to surf my phone.

In the process, I saw a post on Facebook about rape by Louisa Ene Winnie and thought to read through. I then decided to tell my friend about my ordeals. I decided to share my story to let someone know how I have been feeling.

Gift was my roommate from year one until we graduated. She was devoted and humble. I have always admired her—everything about her—but I felt since we were both Christians there is nothing special about her. Notwithstanding, deep down I knew she was a better Christian than I am and a true one at that.

Fortunately for me, we attend the same Church but she is married with two kids and I try to avoid her most times in Church for no particular reason if you ask me or maybe am not being truthful to myself.

I know she somehow knew about me and pastor Ken (as he is fondly called by members).

I phoned her the next day and after exchanging pleasantries I told her I wanted to see her and it was very urgent.

Gift is so caring that she agreed to see me that day and we fixed a venue for our meeting, of course my place.

Immediately I saw my friend I couldn't hold back the tears, as I cried on her soft shoulders.

After some minutes of silence she said pastor Ken told her what happened and he is asking for my forgiveness.

I wasn't surprised because I once introduced him to Gift as my roommate and friend in school. But I didn't think he would tell her what he did to me, oh sorry, what he wanted to do to me.

She told me the same guy who attempted to rape me reported to her that I no longer answer his calls nor respond to his messages. “He must have lost his mind. What is he thinking?" I said and immediately narrated my side of the story to Gift. She just smirked after my long narration. 

“Gift, what’s all this? I expected you to scream and thank God for me but you are smiling instead. Don’t tell me you are for him or is it because he is a pastor?"

“Hey! Calm down” Gift said still smiling. "Do you know enough about this guy before going into a relationship with him?" She asked me. "Off course. I know his family members and a lot about his background. Besides the testimonies I heard about him gave me convictions that he is the one for me. He is a Pastor, he preaches so well and speaks in tongues."

"Babe, that’s not what I mean. Forget his family and his positions now. What do you know about his values? The person he is?"

“Eeeemmm….. he is a Christian, a Pastor.” "Forget all that for now!" Gift replied almost immediately. "I would be realistic with you, Cherish. I do not blame your ex boyfriends if not you. How could you be so insensitive that you are making the same mistake again?" 

"Gift tell me what you know, I want to be married like you and have a family."

"Cherish, in choosing a partner, if your values are not known and considered then you are planting banana peels on your way because the relationship might never result in marriage and even if it does the marriage have high chances of being faulty. You know why? Value systems is key to building solid relationships."

"This is why friendship should be the foundation of every boy and girl relationship. It is during the friendship stage that you get to discover his or her values like, his stand on purity, his goals, his priorities and many more and whether they align with yours or not. Then you get to know if he or she is someone you can go into a relationship with. Relationship is by choice just like friendship not by force or by pressure."

“Gift, how do I know someone’s values? After all I am not a witch.” "You ask questions dear. You need to ask questions concerning what you want to know. You don’t keep mute and be assuming that since he says he is a Christian or a Pastor and he goes to church he is for sexual purity. It doesn’t work that way."

"Pastors are humans too, though expectations are much of them but remember they are humans and thus not excluded from mistakes. They are men and women with blood flowing in their veins."

"You could ask like this, what is your view about sexual abstinence until marriage? What are your priorities?

I won't dispute the fact that every guy irrespective of who they are and what office they occupy wants just one thing in a relationship. Which is SEX, SEX and SEX!  Yes. I can say that again and again. They want it now, soon or later after marriage. What depicts their values is when they want it. 

It is now your choice to choose the one you want among them. That is why questioning is very vital before accepting a relationship and during the relationship before marriage is finally considered.

The habit of not asking questions has brought marriages to an end. Ask questions. It will save you from unnecessary heartbreaks, like this. Thank God you were able to escape. 

Another thing you should know, you shouldn't be visiting him alone especially in his house, except family house, and ensure people are around when you're together. If you must go alone make sure it is an open place like eateries or gardens, places where people are. Leave no room for temptation at all.

In all I have said forgive him but mind you the decision is still yours to make, I won't tell you to go back to him or not, with all I have said make your conclusion. Of course, ask the Holy Spirit to help you. Mind you, If your relationship with God is not solid, your relationship with the man will fail. 

Let no one tell you otherwise, Sex isn't part of a relationship personal terms and agreement. It is part of marriage covenant."

I wanted telling her about the other two rape cases that happened to me but I think I know what to do now, heal properly with the help of the Holy Spirit, forgive my offenders including Ken and solidify my relationship with God. 

Enough of keeping to myself, it's time to grow and glow with God's children. I saw lots of impactful articles on Winnie Ene Louisa's timeline for singles, it's time to read them up and learn.

Of course I'm not going back to ken but I must forgive him and move on.

Thanks so much Gift, I wish I had spoken to you long time ago just maybe things wouldn't be like this, but I'm glad to know now.

We are so many, Cherish, out there dying in silent pain. Some have been so consumed with self guilt that suicide was their only escape. 

Some blame their self for crimes that wasn't their fault that low self-esteem is now their name.

Jesus is the solution to all situation.

I'm Winnie making impact.

I say NO to rape.

I say NO to suicide.

Yes to freedom in  Christ.

I help singles lead godly healthy relationship.

I Write, Speak and Advocate.

©Winnie Ene Louisa

#Saynotorape
#saynotosexualabuse
#saynotosuicide

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it's a poem of love,one sided love,cheat...
means mixture of feelings...
ye kavita maine apne colg ki ek ladki ko dekhkar likha hu..
jo ki mere colg ki girls common room me dikhi thi..
ye girls common room ek khali chhota sa hall type ka room hai..
so padhiye aur btayiyega ki kaisi likhi hai ye kavita...kavita caption me hai...
😊😊

वो लड़की girls common room ki,
सपनों में आती है अब,नींदें मेरी चुराती है।
शर्माती है,दुपट्टे से अपना वो चेहरा छिपाती है,
नज़रों से क्या कहे ,क्या सितम वो ढाहती है,
बस ज़िंदा तो रहता हूं, जां लेकर वो जाती है।
वो लड़की girls common room ki....
उसके चेहरे की हंसी,मेरी सांसे रुकी,
मेरी धड़कनों को तेज कर जाती है।
कभी गुजरती है वो जो पास से मेरे,
मेरी नज़रे वहीं थम जाती है।
कैसे बताऊं उसे दिल की ये बातें,
सामने कत्ल ज़ुबां की हो जाती है।
वो लड़की girls common room ki...
सपनों में आती है अब,नींदें मेरी चुराती है।
कुछ न भाता मुझे, अब तो उसके बिना,
उससे दूरी सही नहीं जाती है।
उसका भोलापन,उसकी सादगी प्यारी ,
मुझे उसका दीवाना बनाती है।
बातें करने का मन तो बहुत है मगर,
सामने धड़कने मेरी बढ़ जाती है।
वो लड़की girls common room ki..
जब भी सामने मेरे आ जाती है..।
जब भी रूठे मुझे,कुछ न अच्छा लगे,
अपने साथ मुझे भी रुलाती है।
उसकी हंसी की खातिर,मै कुछ भी करू,
चाहे जा मेरी क्यों न जाती है।
मुझे परवाह नहीं, अब दुनिया की कोई,
मेरी दुनिया वहीं बन जाती है।
वो लड़की girls common room ki..
कभी मुझसे जो हाथ मिलाती है...
छोङू न हाथ,मरते दम तक दू साथ,
पर अफसोस,कई जख्म कुरेद कर जाती है।
संभालता हूं खुद को,हट जाता हूं पीछे,
कुछ यादें जीने नहीं देती है।
डर लगता है अब तो प्यार से मुझे,
उसे देख ये गलती हो जाती है।
उसकी बाते अब मै कैसे कहूं,
मेरी जख्मों पर मरहम लगाती है।
वो लड़की girls common room ki..
मेरे दिल को बहुत लुभाती है।
शर्माती है, दुपट्टे से अपना वो , हाय!!चेहरा छिपाती है,
नज़रों से क्या कहे ,क्या सितम वो ढाहती है,
वो लड़की girls common room ki..
सपनों में मेरे अब आती है,नींदें मेरी चुराती है...2।
- आर्यावर्त वेद प्रकाश।






@Vinay Prakash Shastri @Akshita Jangid(poetess) @Esha Joshi @Haimi Kumari @Harishita Singh

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What I'm about to share with you is what happens to man with no interactions, nothing to share, nowhere to go and nothing to do. After such time, the human mind molds to its surroundings to the point where it doesn't even know it's alone anymore. This is a brief yet never ending look on the inside of a desolate life to some but to one man, a carousel of very much unwanted attention.
Steven came into work when the sun was down and left when it was down. He didn't have a front desk man to check in with, no assistants to issue orders to and certainly no passerby to wish him a good day. All he knew was there would be a new body to examine and store, compliments to the delivery people who made the transfer prior to his shift. These bodies had no family, no friends or loved ones to claim them, maybe that's why he felt so intertwined with them.
This morning started like any other, he came into the office well before sunrise and drank his coffee while looking over the new body laying before him. This now dead body belonged to "Harold Stein". Harold was struck by a car while escaping a mental institution not far from the morgue. Steven wondered if he let the car hit him, giving him freedom from the white walled prison that entrapped him. Pondering the case, he knew he would have dove into that car. The dead man's head was split open in the back, requiring Steven to sow it back up, something he had done time to time. Most people did puzzles or excersised, whatever floated their boat to blow steam off, sowing people back together is what relieved Steven's stress. After the last stitch, he layed him on his back and pushed the slab back into the wall and closed the latch, almost sad it was over. Steven went to put another batch of coffee on when he heard a knock from behind him. He was so used to silence, he dropped the coffee pot and watched it shatter to pieces, steaming coffee forming a river leading to where Harold was stowed. Slowly, he turned around and looked around the entire room, giving every place he would hide a chance to reveal a burglar. Then the knock came again and Steven knew exactly the area it was coming from, Harold's new home, the third slab up on the right wall. Even though he knew there was no other staff working he looked behind him real quick before reaching out slowly to the metal coffin. The closer his hand got the louder the knock sounded out while the overhead light started to flicker madly. As soon as he grasped the handle the light stopped flickering and the knocking came to a halt. Steven's heartbeat slowed down, his breath came to a normal pace as he turned around to fetch his coffee. He lifted it up to take a sip and turned around to see Harold the dead corpse standing in his face. The coffee cup made it's descent to the hardwood floor and shattered into pieces as all the lights now started flickering. Steven back pedaled a few steps then turned around and sprinted out the building. It wasn't real, it was just the morgue playing tricks, these sort of facts raced through his mind while he lay there that night, light years from sleep. The following morning he rose and reported to work, the traumatizing event from the previous night well behind him. The parking spot was the same, the coffee set up the same, the noiseless chatter was even the same. One thing was utterly different, Steven knew this when he looked up at the working slab in the middle of the room and saw Harold, out of the wall and back to where he was originally first seen. Perhaps the shift before him brought Harold back out to examine the stitch job Steven had done. The weary eyed mortician sat at the desk and looked for any signs of the prior shift doing this and then heard a faint raspy voice.
Harold: "Getting stocked into the wall like some market meat is getting kinda old Steven."
Shear panic streamed across Steven's face, lips fumbling to form a sentence but failing to do so. He got up slowly and tried to calm his breathing, figuring this was all due to a lack of sleep. Quickly, he jotted down on a piece of paper that he was feeling I'll and sent himself home. In his dreams that night he found himself trapped in the wall, body stuck to the slab. He was pulled out and saw Harold standing over him, scalpel in hand as his eyes glazed over at the split opening in Steven's head. Waking up with a sharp gasp, sweat formed on his forehead, though he felt shaking cold. Drama was never something Steven wanted to be a part of, he knew he had to continue with his work or at least try to. Pulling up to his usual parking spot he noticed the lights were already on, something he usually did himself. Not five seconds went by before he heard that same raspy voice call out to him.
Harold: "Before you slam me back into the wall, just hear me out, please."
Steven gave in to it, he gave into the possibility that this might actually be real.
Steven: "Say what you have to say, I'm listening."
Although he said he was listening he had to convince himself to let the words spill through his ears and let his brain process what it meant.
Harold: "Alright, look Steven. I'm not sure how else to tell you this but the only reason you can see me, and hear me is because you are dead, just like I am."
Steven: "That's nonsense, you're just a figment of my sleepless nights, you are just something my subconscious has put together to give me a scare."
Harold: "Oh how I wish that was true Steve. Have you not ever wondered why you don't see any other staff members? You know that you never once have been in the break room, you have never taken a break besides stopping to make coffee."
Steven: "What do the breaks and the break room have anything to do with this?"
Harold: "Look for yourself, tell me what does that staff list plaque say in that dreadful room?"
Steven stumbled over to the hanging plaque and stripped it off the wall, buckled to the ground and let the picture fall from his grasp, only tears to defend his sudden actions. He was dead. Steven was the man Harold hit on his way out from his prison escape. At that second he disappeared and was sent into a world of nothingness.
The required personell hovered around the coffee and crackers and waited further word in quiet anticipation, for this such thing did not happen often. The building manager came in and set his things down, letting out a long sigh as he looked around the room.
Manager:" Good morning everybody, I just wanted to let you all know we will bringing on another day shift mortician, Gary can't carry the load all on his own. I will be starting the hiri-"
Doug:"What do you mean hire another day shift mortician? We also have Steven, that guy works his ass off, don't take his hours away!"
Manager:"Whose Steven? The only day shift worker is Gary at the moment Doug."
Doug:"Are you mad? His name is right here on the plaque with the rest of us."
Doug picked the plaque up and dropped it after realizing there was no Steven on there, or on any other plaque in the building. A sharp gasp escaped his chest as he backed into the wall behind him, slouching to the floor with his hands on his face. Steven didnt exist on the plaques, the photos in Doug's phone, or in anyones memories. There was no Steven. There never was. Only inside of his co-workers mind. Trapped forever.

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wo band Kamra 

Abhi Abhi to sab aaye the way se  or aate hi kya kya hua ।me naye thi naye kya Aaj rat ko hi unke 2sare bathe se Maree saadi hoye ha । or mummy ji na bola baathe room m jao apne Maine sira hilya or haa kaha । m chale Gaye the  rom me lakin sab kuch sunye da raha tha room me । bahar unke aalwa koi or nhi tha Abhi mummy Ji bole Apne 2sare datha se ki ja le aa usko dosare room se m suna hi rahe the  ki tabhi wo aaye or bole ki Abhi tm arrama kar lo m Abhi aayq Maine bola ok thik h or wo chale Gaye  or mujhe use room m band kar diya। m Aaj bhi sochte ho ku Kiya mujhe band tabhi bhar se awaje aaye mare papa ki unki mummy ni Maree papa se bola thik h sab aapke ghar  m papa bole haa sab thik h Priya kaha  h ।wo bole USA room m h tabhi Maine apne apko thik Kiya or दूसरे दरवाजे से  bhar nikal gaye or papa se acchye se baat ki papa ke Jane ke bad mujh use room m band kar diya or kise ko saath m bheja diya wo kon tha m nhi jane the ...........???? 

ab m aajed ho kuki m vah nhi yah ho upar 😶😶😶😶😶😶😶

my story .........

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I am locked in a room ,
And I am scared of the new
 sound, 
I am hearing. 
Some Things are breaking,
 Some things are flying, 
And the voice is increasing. 

I want to stop and shout for help,
 I want to stop the new storm, 
I want to stop the destruction of my room.

Because, 
I am not used to of this voice, Maybe things in my room are changing.

Is this storm clearing my path,
 Or creating more destruction?
I am locked in a room, And I am scared.

I = My soul
Room = Heart
Storm = Changes coming in life/heart
Sound = A new change

#Life #English #Situations #Heart #Mind #Soul #feelings #Nojoto


@Brijesh Maurya @Chandan Kumar I'm a student and a music lerner as well... @sakshi Tiwari @Aradhana Kumari

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VICTIM OF RAPE..

I don’t know how I managed to, I just knew that I was able to find my way home after fighting against his tight grip. I really can’t explain how devastated I am right now. My fiancé  suddenly became a beast just because I didn’t permit him to have sex with me.

It's not the first time I am experiencing this but the difference is, I got away this time. I thought ken was different. He is a Christian. He speaks in tongues. In fact, he is the youth pastor of his Church—so respected and admired.

Why is all this happening to me, am I cursed? 

What ken did to me this evening brought back the memory of the incident that took place five years ago in my room when I was on campus.

It was not really my fault because I wasn't aware of his plans in the first place. It was like the usual visit to my place after examination, before the end of the semester. I was happy to see him as usual. We were in a relationship, though he wasn't the Church type but he is a good guy and caring at that.

My boyfriend came visiting and I made him comfortable in my abode by preparing his favourite meal and made him feel at home.

The sun began to say farewell to daylight and the twinkle twinkle little stars took over the mantle from day and stood in the gap for itself.

My roommate had gone for vigil as the semester was over. He had never slept in my place before, neither have I in his place even though he stays alone. I was surprised because it's past 8 and he wasn't making plans of leaving anytime soon.

As if reading my mind, he said he won't be leaving as he planned to spend the night with me before going home and moreover, he knows my roommate had gone for vigil. I didn't want to argue.

I adjusted the bedspread in the room and I made sure the door was properly locked, then we went to bed together.

And in the middle of the night, I felt a movement on my body. I thought it was cockroach but I knew it wasn't somehow, then he spoke in the dark, "Baby I want to feel you a little, maybe it will help me sleep as I'm finding it difficult to sleep." When did I turn to lullaby? I said in my mind.

Still struggling to open my mouth and say the word "NO, PLEASE" became a problem for me. While still contemplating how to turn him down without upsetting him, the pleasure I was getting wouldn't allow me. Many thoughts ran through my small mind and I finally said NO... NO... NO... DON'T.

But my plea fell on deaf ears. I got up and turned on the light and behold the TONY I saw was not the guy I knew and loved. He was so strange and different. 

Before I knew what was going on my clothes and body were separated. Until today, I can't explain how that magic happened within seconds. "Please don't", was the song I sang till my roommate came back in the morning.

I ended everything with him and I hated him from that day onward.

Or is it when I visited my friend from the fellowship and how I was raped in his room, I wished I died that day. The looks on his friend's face and neighbors, I picked my shattered self and walked head down to my room.

Or when I went to a remote village for service and the accommodation I was able to get because I was new to the area, how thieves visited that day and raped all the ladies there, of course I was not excluded.

I sometimes asked myself how can one person, I mean one small lady, have 3 rape cases in her life time from different men—beasts I mean.

I intentionally stayed away from men, anything men at all for four years.

Ken changed everything. I mean, he was an angel sent to wipe my sorrow and pains away, at least so I thought.

The testimony from his congregation about him gave me no doubt that he was the one.

TONY blamed me for what he did to me, he blamed me for raping me, imagine that!! For years I was with the guilt that I caused the rape, but I realized it wasn't my fault in any way. 

Ken taught on rape on one of the days I went to church. Yes, I realized I had forgotten God and had to go back to Him. My life was empty, full of bitterness and pain. I needed to be free at least, I want to drop the heavy loads I was carrying daily. 

It was so obvious that something was missing in my life, something no man can give. I resumed going to Church and studying the word.

I was invited to ken's Church and l liked the atmosphere and decided to stay, I decided to pitch my tent there. That was when the announcement of their youth programme was made, I gave it a thought to attend.

After hearing the word from the mouth of an handsome preacher like Ken, I was broken and I rededicated my life to God.

We became friends and finally got into a relationship. I finally thought THIS IS IT. 

I was happy, he was happy too and everything was just fine. I thought he was different because he talked about marriage, the very first guy to tell me he wants to get married to me.

WHY?                 WHY??                 WHY???

All men are after sex! I screamed at myself many times in the bathroom.

Sleep had lost its place in me that day, so I decided to surf my phone.

In the process, I saw a post on Facebook about rape by Louisa Ene Winnie and thought to read through. I then decided to tell my friend about my ordeals. I decided to share my story to let someone know how I have been feeling.

Gift was my roommate from year one until we graduated. She was devoted and humble. I have always admired her—everything about her—but I felt since we were both Christians there is nothing special about her. Notwithstanding, deep down I knew she was a better Christian than I am and a true one at that.

Fortunately for me, we attend the same Church but she is married with two kids and I try to avoid her most times in Church for no particular reason if you ask me or maybe am not being truthful to myself.

I know she somehow knew about me and pastor Ken (as he is fondly called by members).

I phoned her the next day and after exchanging pleasantries I told her I wanted to see her and it was very urgent.

Gift is so caring that she agreed to see me that day and we fixed a venue for our meeting, of course my place.

Immediately I saw my friend I couldn't hold back the tears, as I cried on her soft shoulders.

After some minutes of silence she said pastor Ken told her what happened and he is asking for my forgiveness.

I wasn't surprised because I once introduced him to Gift as my roommate and friend in school. But I didn't think he would tell her what he did to me, oh sorry, what he wanted to do to me.

She told me the same guy who attempted to rape me reported to her that I no longer answer his calls nor respond to his messages. “He must have lost his mind. What is he thinking?" I said and immediately narrated my side of the story to Gift. She just smirked after my long narration. 

“Gift, what’s all this? I expected you to scream and thank God for me but you are smiling instead. Don’t tell me you are for him or is it because he is a pastor?"

“Hey! Calm down” Gift said still smiling. "Do you know enough about this guy before going into a relationship with him?" She asked me. "Off course. I know his family members and a lot about his background. Besides the testimonies I heard about him gave me convictions that he is the one for me. He is a Pastor, he preaches so well and speaks in tongues."

"Babe, that’s not what I mean. Forget his family and his positions now. What do you know about his values? The person he is?"

“Eeeemmm….. he is a Christian, a Pastor.” "Forget all that for now!" Gift replied almost immediately. "I would be realistic with you, Cherish. I do not blame your ex boyfriends if not you. How could you be so insensitive that you are making the same mistake again?" 

"Gift tell me what you know, I want to be married like you and have a family."

"Cherish, in choosing a partner, if your values are not known and considered then you are planting banana peels on your way because the relationship might never result in marriage and even if it does the marriage have high chances of being faulty. You know why? Value systems is key to building solid relationships."

"This is why friendship should be the foundation of every boy and girl relationship. It is during the friendship stage that you get to discover his or her values like, his stand on purity, his goals, his priorities and many more and whether they align with yours or not. Then you get to know if he or she is someone you can go into a relationship with. Relationship is by choice just like friendship not by force or by pressure."

“Gift, how do I know someone’s values? After all I am not a witch.” "You ask questions dear. You need to ask questions concerning what you want to know. You don’t keep mute and be assuming that since he says he is a Christian or a Pastor and he goes to church he is for sexual purity. It doesn’t work that way."

"Pastors are humans too, though expectations are much of them but remember they are humans and thus not excluded from mistakes. They are men and women with blood flowing in their veins."

"You could ask like this, what is your view about sexual abstinence until marriage? What are your priorities?

I won't dispute the fact that every guy irrespective of who they are and what office they occupy wants just one thing in a relationship. Which is SEX, SEX and SEX!  Yes. I can say that again and again. They want it now, soon or later after marriage. What depicts their values is when they want it. 

It is now your choice to choose the one you want among them. That is why questioning is very vital before accepting a relationship and during the relationship before marriage is finally considered.

The habit of not asking questions has brought marriages to an end. Ask questions. It will save you from unnecessary heartbreaks, like this. Thank God you were able to escape. 

Another thing you should know, you shouldn't be visiting him alone especially in his house, except family house, and ensure people are around when you're together. If you must go alone make sure it is an open place like eateries or gardens, places where people are. Leave no room for temptation at all.

In all I have said forgive him but mind you the decision is still yours to make, I won't tell you to go back to him or not, with all I have said make your conclusion. Of course, ask the Holy Spirit to help you. Mind you, If your relationship with God is not solid, your relationship with the man will fail. 

Let no one tell you otherwise, Sex isn't part of a relationship personal terms and agreement. It is part of marriage covenant."

I wanted telling her about the other two rape cases that happened to me but I think I know what to do now, heal properly with the help of the Holy Spirit, forgive my offenders including Ken and solidify my relationship with God. 

Enough of keeping to myself, it's time to grow and glow with God's children. I saw lots of impactful articles on Winnie Ene Louisa's timeline for singles, it's time to read them up and learn.

Of course I'm not going back to ken but I must forgive him and move on.

Thanks so much Gift, I wish I had spoken to you long time ago just maybe things wouldn't be like this, but I'm glad to know now.

We are so many, Cherish, out there dying in silent pain. Some have been so consumed with self guilt that suicide was their only escape. 

Some blame their self for crimes that wasn't their fault that low self-esteem is now their name.

Jesus is the solution to all situation.

I'm Winnie making impact.

I say NO to rape.

I say NO to suicide.

Yes to freedom in  Christ.

I help singles lead godly healthy relationship.

I Write, Speak and Advocate.

©Winnie Ene Louisa

#Saynotorape
#saynotosexualabuse
#saynotosuicide

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