Waakiye

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  • Segregation amongst ourselves…!

    Segregation amongst ourselves…!

    A woman beaten just because she was taking water out of a handpump;

    A person of lower class made to drink his own urine as a form of torture;

    A person not allowed to take water from the tank that was set up by higher class;

    A person,
    just like you and I,
    denied medical treatment just because of their class;

    The same not allowed to travel in an ambulance in emergency,
    or even when taking the lifeless body…!
    The above are just the surface level things,
    and,
    you won’t believe my words if I were to dwell deeper,
    and talk about the injustices amongst women and girl child…

    The type of atrocities they face in backward areas of our own Country——
    India 🇮🇳!
    We talk about being equal,
    Talk about abolishing the rights granted to them by the government,
    But,
    We can’t seem to consider them equal to us,
    and,
    until we can’t——

    We cannot abolish the rights and reservations granted to them by court of law…!

    I know that it starts from us,
    from each one of us,
    to treat them with respect that each and every person deserve;

    No matter their social class,
    no matter where they stand,
    no matter if they come from money or not,
    They are humans and deserve a life just like us…!
    And,
    until we can’t see them as fellow beings,
    just like you and I;

    We must live in a world with reservations,
    Until segregations exist within our minds…!

    Cheers 🥂

    Love Waakiye 🤍

  • Bhakt banu ya Andhbhakt…?

    Bhakt banu ya Andhbhakt…?

    Kaha jaane lagaa mujhe bachpan se hee-
    kay jao mandir,
    Jao maatha tekne apna uss dwaar par jahaa viraajmaan hain hamare bhagwaan…

    Jee naa karne par bhee chala gaya main,
    uss din se nafrat hone lagi mujhe,
    dono uske naam se,
    aur,
    woh jis dwaar par staaphit usse bhee…

    kyaa samjhu main apne aap ko?

    Ek kaafir,
    dushman apne dharm kaa,
    kyonki,
    Sabh ho jaate dur jabh main kehta main nahi maantaa kisi khuda main,
    jo aaye kabhi iss dunya main,
    aur,
    unke naam par karobaar chalu kar diya ha ham logon ne…!

    Karobaar kaisa…?
    Pooche woh mujhse…

    Magar,
    Main apne shabd bolne se pehle chupa lu,
    aas paas ka mahaul dekh;

    Par,
    jabh gaur se dekhu main,
    dikhe mujhe kayi log,

    Ek hindu jiske hoton par saji cigarette aur kash kheeche bade woh;

    Ek panjabi jiske haath main jaam aur kuch pal baad woh phir khatam kar bhar le woh kaanch ka glaas;

    Ek musalmaan bhai mera jo waise toh manaa karta koi bhee nashe ko par aksar paau main usko chabate hue tobacco;

    Bhai bolu main sabh ko,
    par apni jagah larh rahe ha woh inse,
    har ek aeb se jo lage unko;


    Main bhee apni jagah kahaa theek?

    Mujhe bhee lagay kitne aeb,
    sharab,
    woh naa mile toh dhuaa pau apne aas paas…!

    Apni jagah main kharaab,
    par itna nahi kee main maan lu har ek baat jo mera dharm kahe mujhe…!

    Par,
    Waakiye,
    Abhi  toh tumne kahaa kee tumhara koi dharm nahi!!!

    Jee haan,
    mera koi dharm nahi,
    aur ye hee mera dharm;

    Kisi ko bure mahaul main dekh main khush ye mera dharm nahi,

    Kisi neeche ko neecha dikhana ye mera dharm nahi,

    kisi bure insaan ko bure karam karte dekh usse naa rokna—
    ye mera dharm nahi…!

    Binaa kisi kitaab ke jeena jo mujhe bataye kya sahi kyaa galat ye ha mera dharm,
    aur ye dharm,
    koi murat nahi,
    koi patthar nahi,
    koi kitaab bhee nahi;

    Ye woh ha,
    jo mere mann main,
    mere andar…!

    Mera dharm…!

    Love Waakiye 🤍

    English Translations

    Should I become a sane believer or a blind one?

    I was told since childhood,
    “Go to the temple,
    Go bow your head at that doorway where our God resides…”

    Even when I didn’t want to, I went.
    And from that very day,
    I began to hate both,
    His name,
    and the doorway where He was placed…

    What am I supposed to think of myself?

    An infidel?
    An enemy of my own religion?
    Because everyone distances themselves the moment I say
    that I do not believe in any God
    who ever came into this world,
    and that we humans have turned their names into a business…!

    “What kind of business?”
    they ask me…

    But before I can speak my thoughts aloud,
    I hide them,
    after looking at the atmosphere around me;

    Yet when I observe closely,
    I see many people——

    A Hindu, with a cigarette resting on his lips, drawing deep puffs;

    A Punjabi, with a drink in his hand, only to refill that glass again moments later;

    A Muslim brother of mine,
    who speaks against every form of intoxication,
    yet I often find him chewing tobacco;

    I call them all brothers,
    yet each of them is fighting battles within themselves,
    against every flaw that clings to them;

    And where am I right myself?

    I too carry countless flaws——
    alcohol,
    and if not that, then smoke surrounds me…!

    I am flawed in my own ways,
    but not enough to accept every single thing my religion tells me to…!

    “But, Waakiye,
    didn’t you just say you have no religion?”

    Yes,
    I have no religion,
    and that itself is my religion;

    To feel happiness seeing someone trapped in darkness—
    that is not my religion;

    To belittle someone already beneath you—
    that is not my religion;

    To watch a cruel person commit atrocious acts
    and not stop them—
    that is not my religion…!

    To live without a book telling me what is right and wrong—
    that is my religion.

    And this religion
    is not an idol,
    not a stone,
    not even a book;

    It is that
    which lives in my heart,
    within me…!

    My religion…!

    Love Waakiye 🤍

  • Isn’t she your wife …?

    Isn’t she your wife …?

    I asked him on a serious note because I thought he was joking to me about the statement he just said…!

    “She owes me intimacy,
    because she is my wife…!”

    He repeated himself in that Delhi metro coach that had AC running and cold sweats started to form on my head and my back,
    thinking on how many levels he was wrong…!

    I asked him to repeat because I thought I heard him wrong…!

    You heard me right the first time…!

    This was one of the reasons I married her,
    I was physically active before and I asked her if she was——

    She said she wasn’t;

    But,
    that doesn’t mean men don’t have any needs…!

    ———

    The words that he was spewing from his mouth made me realise how big of a mistake I made in choosing him as a friend,
    A brother who helped me get through some tough times and I did the same with him;

    But,
    How did all of this escape my observation…?
    I thought to myself!


    How did I let such behaviour pass through my scope?
    Did my mind automatically filter this behaviour,
    or——
    did it avoid bringing up such things because It knew what type of answers it would receive…!

    Must have been the latter…!

    Because I never remember bringing up girls/women on any topic to him…!
    We debarked that metro and I asked him to join me for a quick snack…!

    As we sat in Burger King at Rajiv chowk and ordered burgers and drinks;

    And,
    I asked him yet again…!

    Bhai,
    you know that your relationship or your married life cannot hinge on intimacy right?

    It felt like he was about to choke on his burger and I advised him to take a sip of his cold drink;

    He told me something that shook me to my core,

    “There are needs that I have——”

    Cutting him I said,
    “What about her,
    Her needs or her own choices…?”

    Just because you married her,
    it doesn’t mean that she owes you sex…!

    And nowhere it says,
    that your needs are above hers…!
    He laughed that evil and psychotic laugh that a person does when he thinks he’s bigger than anyone and everyone is beneath them…!

    ————

    When I married her,
    I paid it all off on my own,
    And,
    Didn't demand any dowry——

    I didn’t ask for a single penny,
    and it was their choice to give me a small car and some furniture;

    Maybe they thought it was enough,
    but,
    the fathers of daughters give their daughters each and every thing,
    from small to big like fridge, AC, TV and many other things…!
    But,
    they thought a small car would be enough if I said no…!

    Who even has a small car in these times…!
    I was looking at him in horror as this dumb fellow of mine was travelling on metro because the thar that he bought after selling off their car was too big to bring where our office was situated…!

    All it did was collect dust by the evening and each morning the cleaner would clean it…!

    I was looking at his face as he was chomping down his burger and was onto the next one and occasionally sipping on his drink…!

    And I came to the realisation,
    This grown a55 dude was a man child who was a puppet with the old ideas that boasted teaching women their place and getting the most out of a father who just gave their daughters their whole worlds
    to such son in laws…!
    He made a mess while eating and his mouth was covered in sauce,
    I handed him a napkin to clean it and he took out his phone and in it
    he checked and cleaned it…!

    From an outside observers pov you would think that he was a medium
    built man wearing a shirt and pants working 9 to 5,
    earning good money,
    travelling by metro and trying to conserve energy and helping nature…

    But,

    As soon as all of it was over,
    He would go to his real self,
    and become this person who would be unrecognisable from
    what he was…!

    The type of warning I give to all those who are seeking people and looking for partners who would complete them…!

    The story remains incomplete because that is where I draw a line,
    Only when a person shows efforts of change,
    There is a need for your interference…!

    If not,
    you must not go out of your way to get them to change…!

    Cheers 🥂

    Love Waakiye 🤍

  • Ek aisi jagah jo dharm nahi dekhti…!

    Ek aisi jagah jo dharm nahi dekhti…!

    निकल रहा था मैं उस जगह के आगे से,
    आते-जाते दिखे सड़क पर वह,
    मिले वहाँ भीड़,
    जिस पल आप उसके आगे से निकले;

    कुछ लोग आए वहा चोरी के लिए,
    तो कुछ लोग आए जो आदी उसके,
    घर बर्बाद कर दिए उस चीज़ ने कईओं के,
    तो कई अमीर-तरीन लोग दिखे आपको वहा;

    कैसी बात है,
    मिले वहा आपको कई मेरे जैसे लेखक भी,
    औरतें भी,
    इंसान जो अभी-अभी १८ के हुए,
    वह भी जिनकी टाँगें कब्र में,
    कई मिले आपको बाहर खड़े,
    तलाश में अपने जैसे लोगों की;

    ना दिखी किसी को कोई ज़ात,
    ना दिखी किसी इंसान ने उसके सिर पर सफेद टोपी,
    या सिर पर कोई पगड़ी,
    ना देखे कोई साफ़ा लपेटा हुआ,
    और ना देखे कोई अगर एक बाल भी नहीं उसके सिर पर;

    सब जेबों में से पैसे निकाले,
    कई अपना फ़ोन आगे कर,
    क्यू-आर कोड की डिमांड करे,
    लड़ाई भी हो जाये जब पैसे कम पड़े,
    गाली-गलोच भी,
    लात-घूसे भी;

    अंदाज़ा हुआ के नहीं…?

    कुछ देर बाद,
    ये देखने के बाद के भीड़ छँट गई है,
    वह दुकान का शटर उठा ले,
    और फिर वह हताश भीड़ वापस लौट आए;

    कई उतरें महँगी गाड़ियों में से,
    कई स्कूटर पर से,
    कई पैदल आए,
    आता हर कोई ये बात पक्की…

    एक सूखा-कमज़ोर,
    तीली जैसा आदमी भी आए,
    और सेठ भी,
    लदी जिनकी उँगलियाँ सोने और हीरे से,
    चेन भारी गले मैं लिश्कती;

    जाऊ मैं भी,
    और आप भी,
    तरीके से इस्तेमाल करे तो ठीक है,
    और वह भी जो नाजायज़ फ़ायदा उठाए,
    और तबीयत ख़राब कर बैठे,
    नियत जो बिगड़ी उनकी;

    अब तो पहचान गए होंगे आप लोग-
    के अभी भी नहीं…?

    अगर नहीं,
    तो आपको बाहर निकालकर अपने आस-पास रहने वाले लोगों को देखना चाहिए;

    मिल जाएगी आपको आसानी से दुकान,
    उसके साथ चिप्स-कोल्ड ड्रिंक भी रखता वह,
    सिगरेट भी,
    चखना भी;

    जी हाँ,
    लगता है अब समझ आ गया हा आपको——

    English translations

    A place that doesn’t see any religious beliefs 

    “I was passing by that place,
    Saw them on the roads, coming and going,
    Found a crowd gathered there,
    Whenever you walk past it;

    Some came there to steal,
    Some came because they were addicted to it,
    That thing destroyed many homes,
    Yet you would also see the wealthiest people there;

    Strange, isn’t it?
    You would find many writers like me there too,
    Women as well,
    People who had just turned eighteen,
    And those whose legs were already in the grave;
    Many stood outside,
    Searching for people like themselves;

    No one saw anyone’s caste there,
    No one cared for the white cap upon a head,
    Or a turban resting above it,
    No wrapped saafa was noticed,
    Nor whether a man had even a single hair left on his head;

    Everyone pulled money from their pockets,
    Many stretched their hand with their phone forward,
    Demanding the QR code;

    Fights would break out when money fell short,
    Abuses exchanged,
    Kicks and punches thrown;

    Still haven’t guessed it…?

    After some time,
    Once he saw the crowd had dispersed,
    The shopkeeper would lift the shutter again,
    And that desperate crowd would return once more;

    Some stepped out of expensive cars,
    Some arrived on scooters,
    Some came walking,
    But one thing was certain,
    everyone came;

    A frail, dried-up man,
    Thin as a matchstick, would come too,
    And so would the wealthy Seths,
    Their fingers loaded with gold and diamonds,
    Heavy chains glittering around their necks;

    I go there too,
    And I hope you’ve went there too,
    If used carefully, it is fine,
    But there are also those who misuse it,
    Ruining their health,
    Their intentions already corrupted;

    By now, you must have recognized it—
    Or still not…?

    If not,
    Then perhaps you should step outside
    And observe the people around you;

    You’ll easily find the shop,
    The one that also keeps chips and cold drinks beside it,
    Cigarettes too,
    And snacks to go along with them;

    Yes…
    Seems like now you finally understand…!

    Cheers 🥂

    Love Waakiye 🤍

  • Impersonating a divine being: Public figures and their reality that strays far from the truth…!

    Impersonating a divine being: Public figures and their reality that strays far from the truth…!

    What public figure do you disagree with the most?

    10/05/2026@Waakiye

    Hey..

    I hope all of you are doing well…!

    After fighting fever for the past few days it feels like I am close to passing away…!

    Earlier whenever I used to get sick it would usually last a single day and the medicines would work wonders and I’d be on my routine the next day…!

    But,

    this fever feels like it has taken its place in my bones as they hurt to even move and G0d knows how am I writing this one,

    As soon as I straight my back my ribs start to hurt and when I lay down my back starts to hurt…!

    A problem that never occurred before,
    this too shall pass…!

    Isn’t that the hope we all have with life and all of its aspects….?

    Coming back to the prompt…!

    Public figure I disagree with the most…!

    Well,
    if you believe that any of the public figures are there for your or any common people benefit,
    let me tell you how wrong you are…!

    They have their own lives and their own goals,
    which are far too different than what you and I have…!

    Their dreams and aspirations have been clouded by greed and many of them are deeply rooted to earn more and more of publics money,
    No matter what happens to the country or the people living in it…!

    Their dreams have become how to maximise profits and this type of thinking is omnipresent no matter how young or old they are…!

    Milking public’s trust and their feeling to the goals that align with their own interests is something that even you would do once you reach their place…!

    if you are capable enough to understand that…!

    Even though I made a point that they align their processes to achieve their personal goals,

    there are some who are less corrupt than others and those are the people who appear good to us, but,
    their actions are streamlined to achieve public trust which helps them later…!

    A deep rooted planning that makes them different but same at the same time…!

    A rant that I got on without thinking much about,
    but,
    It stays on my mind as there are versions to corruption and how all of us comprehend and look past the banners and adverts that portray them to be a figure sent by G0d…!

    But,

    Beware of these fake prophets and their propaganda that they run to make them appear closer and closer to a divine being,
    Whereas it’s the complete opposite…!

    Cheers 🥂

    Love Waakiye🤍

  • The dream of being an executioner…!

    The dream of being an executioner…!

    TW: Gore, psychological horror, violence, dissociation

    It was an eerie experience,
    A feeling un-felt before;

    There was something going on,
    That caused me to be weary;


    A sense of nausea,
    And an even more deeper sense of paranoia-
    As I looked at my hands,
    And they were covered in blood…!

    Someone’s life was taken—
    Snatched away by my hands;

    On looking at my fingers,
    Red was within the cuticles and stuck under my nails…

    I looked left and right,
    There was nothing,
    Nobody was there,
    Not even a single sign of blood spilled—


    But,
    I found a few droplets on the floor as I kept my hand on my knees as I sat on my butt…

    I tried to lock my head within them to escape what was happening around me,
    as I looked far left,
    I recognized the dimly lit bulb a few meters away…

    I got up through this sense of nausea and tried to walk in that direction,

    On the way towards it—
    I saw what seemed like the torso of someone,
    And from it I could see,
    A part of the small intestine,
    Curly and looped,
    Covered in red, looking pale white…

    Within a fraction of a second,
    I threw up,
    As I ran past the horrors that my eyes witnessed;

    I saw a corpse hung like an animal’s about to be butchered,
    Another one from which skin was removed and looked like it was waiting to be processed…!

    It felt like it was moving moments before; as remnants of steam were visible from it;

    On looking in the other direction I saw,
    A butcher covered in what looked like a black kitchen apron,

    Infront of me he chopped another person’s hand and it fell right infront of my feet,
    And a few specs of blood hit my face,
    Jokingly he apologised and picked it up,
    Covering the body,
    Or what seemed like a cubicle workplace using curtains,
    With number
    “336”…

    On reaching the light,
    I saw,
    A single paper board with a sign,

    "IF THIS FEELS ODD,
    OR IT FEELS LIKE YOU SAW SOMETHING YOU SHOULDN'T HAVE,
    RING THE BELL,
    SOMEONE WILL BE THERE TO HELP YOU SHORTLY…"

    Before pressing the button,
    I saw people,
    Who didn’t have any work….!?

    They looked at me like they struck gold,
    Before I could press the button,
    Which was roughed up,
    Hinting at something that was excessively used,
    I stared through my peripherals,

    What I saw—
    I saw the same,
    Ear-to-ear smile,
    Realizing,
    What would become of me,
    If I were to press that button,

    maybe I would be someone with whom all of this would happen…?

    So, in that fraction of a second I made up my mind…!
    I just turned around went to my cabin and left after cleaning up,
    And just exited the hallway,
    The last number that I saw in that room hinted at the number “999”…

    Before I could exit,
    I signed a form,
    A Form that said,
    I saw nothing,
    I did nothing,
    And,
    I don’t know what happened,
    As I exited the door,
    Remnants of what I did were slowly creeping in…!

    A continuous stream of blood heading to the center of the room,
    going down the drain, maybe it was powering someone or something;

    The specks of blood hitting my face,
    And those eyes—

    The eyes from the torso staring at my soul,
    As I kept my mouth shut and ran home;


    I rubbed my face and cleaned off all the blood,
    Until the water ran clean down the drain,
    I wiped the mirror and in it I saw,
    A face that I recognized…

    Same as the torso,
    Same as the person who chopped off the hand,
    Same as the faces who were looking at me from afar,
    As I sat there contemplating it all,
    What was that I saw…?
    Who were they…?
    Who am I…?
    Why was I on the ground…?
    Why was I chopping someone’s hand off…?
    Why was I staring at myself before pressing that button…?
    Who am I…?

    As I stared into the cabinet and took out a bottle,
    And poured a heavy drink to forget everything;


    Even after a few,
    I was still on the edge,
    As I picked up this pen and pad,
    I faced a bigger problem…!

    I faced something that was even worse,
    Worst thing to ever witness with my own eyes,
    But,
    The reality kicked in,
    As I saw…

    I saw,
    A pre-written note,
    Describing exactly the same,
    Repeated countless times,
    No matter how many pages I turned,
    Everything I saw,
    Repeated with gruesome details,
    And I left the pad;

    I looked into my drawer and found a packet on which was written,

    "WHEN YOU NEED TO FORGET THINGS,
    TAKE ONE,
    WITH WATER,
    BUT I KNOW YOU WOULDN'T HAVE ANY,
    SO TAKE IT WITH A SMALL WATER BOTTLE IN THE LOWER DRAWER…"

    A small bottle was placed in the bottom drawer,
    As I took a pill,
    And a swig of water,
    It took me out the very next instant…

    On waking up the next day,
    And finding a written note on the bedside lamp which I missed,
    “Place a small water bottle in the lower drawer,
    And never tell anyone about anything…!”
    “Repeat the cycle if necessary…”

    On staring at something I couldn’t recognise anymore,
    I went to the bathroom, washed my face,
    Placing a water bottle in the lower drawer,
    As ordered by the note,
    And got ready for work,
    The next day…

    The dream ended abruptly and I found myself waking up at 3:25 AM with cold sweats and my AC going steady at 24 C for the timer I set for two hours…!

    A dream within a dream that I saw and felt like I was trapped…!

  • Being an executioner for a single day…!

    Being an executioner for a single day…!

    What’s a job you would like to do for just one day?

    06/05/2026@Waakiye

    Hey…!

    I hope all of you are doing well…!

    After a while a prompt has come that I have already previously answered,

    but,

    I wanted to change it for a moment…!

    Let me tell you why there is a change in my old view…!

    It is because there is a dream that I had which is about the type of job that I’d do just for a single day…!

    It would be,

    An executioner

    I know it’s a weird choice but,

    This is something that I would like to do once…!

    To answer why,

    Firstly I’d like to know the limits that I have to the tolerance and how I would feel after;

    Secondly,

    I would happily remove the scums that exist on the face of this earth and make it unsafe for people especially women of all age…!

    Of course it would be a legal thing associated with courts and approved by law and I know the fact that executioners aren’t paid handsomely…!

    Well not even something that would cover your basic necessities for a single month…!

    A meagre 3000 rupees a month,

    so I’d have to look for other source of income on the side,

    but doing it once and then never looking back makes it better and not something that I’d do for money…!

    A dream that I had on the same will be shared in the from of a post tonight and I hope you all will enjoy—

    well,

    share a sense of trauma…!

    Cheers 🥂

    Love Waakiye 🤍

  • A dream that turned into reality…!

    A dream that turned into reality…!

    Dekhe woh mujhe sadak par uss gaadi ke paas se,
    Main thaa andar uss banquet ke——
    Khoj rahi thee woh aakhein kisi ko,
    Dur jo jaa rahi thee mujhse sadaa ke liye woh…!

    Jaise hee mere nain pade unmain,
    Rona sa aaya,
    Abhi kal,
    Uss beete hue kal tak thee woh meri behen,
    Aur aaj uska vivaah,
    Chale jaana ha usne doosre ghar,
    Aur ho jaana ha kisi aur kee usne…;

    Main apne kadam rok naa sakaa,
    Aur furti dikhaate hue pohonch gayaa,
    Fataa—fatt seedhiyan woh charh kar,
    Aur dekhne lagay woh nain mujhe,
    Uss gaadi kee baari main se,
    Thee woh num,
    Par jaise mujhe koi fikar see nahi…!

    Chand palon main
    mein aa pohoncha uss gaadi ke paas,
    Woh jo foolon se sajee;
    Aur mujhe kuch kuch mehsoos sa hone lagaa,
    Mere aas paas ke logon ki aakhein thee num,
    Ro ro kar bura haal,
    Par,
    Mujhe dekh sabh hairan hue,
    pareshaan bhee;

    Kee,
    ladki ka sagaa bhai,
    Usse uski bhen ke dur jaane ka koi gumm nahi…?

    Sabh sahi thaa jabh tak woh thee meri aakhon ke saamne,
    Jaise hee woh doli wali gaadi par sikke baje aur tankaar sunte hee woh chal diye——

    Chand palon main meri aakhon ke saamne se ho gaye dur,
    Mujhe chinta hone lagi;

    Hone lagi mujhe uss bhen kee jisne mujhe badhte hue dekha,
    Jisne mujhe nuksaan se bachaya,
    sambhal kar rakha iss dunya se,
    Ho rahi thee woh mujhse dur…!

    Meri aakhein bhar aayi,
    Aur uske mere nazar se ojhal hote hee,
    Jaise main dahaad maarke rone lagaa;

    Saans jaati dekh,
    Mere aas paas ke logon ne mujhe sambhala,
    Aur paani pilaya,
    Paani peete saar hee main apne khwaab kee dunya se ek jhatke se apne shareer main aaya,
    Aur chand pal nihaarta rahaa uss pankhe ko jo thaa mere upar…!

    Aur baj rahe thay 2:57 am….
    Sapna thaa ek jo likha maine upar,
    naa jaane kyon par khoob roya main uss subeh…!

    pyaar ho hee jaata ha jiske saath aapne zindagi bitayi——
    ke nahi…?

    Another one of the already answered prompts forcing me to dip into my written posts…!

    It’s good to go back and tweak posts written by yourself and relive the memory once again….!

    The proof that being active here means that a lot of the stuff will be recycled…!

    On the other hand,
    None of the above happened,

    She was happy and we were happy too…!

    We will be waiting for her return once a set time period is over and she will stay with us for a week…!

    Cheers 🥂

    Love Waakiye 🤍

  • In a fight to seek Justice….!

    In a fight to seek Justice….!

    An already answered prompt telling me to go into my saved half written posts and completing them…!

    Trigger Warning:
    This piece references sexual violence, crimes against minors, death, and the emotional aftermath of injustice.

    न्याय ?

    आए दिन खबर आए,
आस में हम सभ की न्याय…!

किसी दिन,
एक छोटी लड़की—
२.५ साल की;

एक बुजुर्ग औरत किसी दिन,
८० साल की थी जो;


और हमारे मुंह से निकले,
वही शब्द;

——

किसी अनजान के मुंह से वह निकले हैरानी में,

मगर—
पीड़ित जो,
उसकी माँ-बाप के मुंह से निकले वोह,
आह में,
अनंत दुख में;

——

बस एक ही गुहार जो आज इकट्ठा हुए—
इकट्ठा हुए हम सभ,
कि
कभी मिल पायेगा,
उसको,
या उसके परिवार को 
न्याय?

या
घूमते फिरेंगे कुछ दिनों में ये हैवान,
फिर-
किसी और के साथ ऐसा कुछ होने पर,
उसे मौत के घाट उतार देने पर;


मिले वही चेहरे,
एक बार फिर किसी दूसरी रैली पर,
एक और जान को गवा देने के बाद;

हम सभ भूल जाएँगे,
एक बार फिर से भूल जाएँगे;

क्या होता है वोह शब्द,
जिसको पाने के लिए एकत्र किए थे—
इस सरकार से,
इस खाखी वर्दी से;

कि,
कभी मिलेगा हमे,
या,
उन पीड़ितों के घर वालो को,

    न्याय…?

    English translation….! ⬇️

    Justice….?

    Every other day we hear the news,
    All of us seek justice—

    Someday,
    It’s a little girl
    2 and a half year old;

    Someday it’s an old woman,
    80 year old she was;


    And from our mouths you hear,
    That same word;

    ——

    From an unknown person’s mouth its spoken in a tone that’s surprising,

    But,
    From the victim’s—
    Their Mother’s and father’s mouth its heard
    In pain,
    In eternal sorrow;

    ——

    On that same painful note-
    We all have gathered here today,

    Someday we’ll be able to find her,
    and to her family,
    Justice…!

    Or,

    In a few days these animals will roam freely,
    And again,
    when this act is repeated with someone,
    And her existence is removed from
    the face of the earth;


    The same faces will meet again,
    Meet again on someone else’s rally,
    After losing yet another soul;

    We all will forget,
    In this deranged forgetfulness we will seek justice once again;

    Seeking that word or its meaning;


    To find it we have gathered here today,
    From the government,
    From these policemen;

    Can we ever find it,
    Or,
    Help their parents find…

    Justice…?

    Love Waakiye 🤍

  • A serious conversation about WordPress and what people really want you to see…!

    A serious conversation about WordPress and what people really want you to see…!

    What gives you direction in life?

    2/05/2026@Waakiye

    Hey…

    I hope all of you are doing well…!

    There is a problem that comes in with being active on WordPress…!

    and I hope someone has encountered it too…!

    And,

    to prove it to you all I am attaching a image below ⬇️

    All of those show you prompts that I’ve answered some time before;

    And,

    before I began I made a promise to myself…!

    I won’t answer a same question until there are significant changes in my life;

    and I haven’t had that drastic of a change in my life that I go on answering the same questions again and again…!

    So,

    I’m going to dip into my some freely written posts without any restrictions of time and thought process…!

    Do you only see what you want….?

    No...

    Sometimes they only show what they want to be seen as,
    and they're so good at it,
    you come to know it later,

    that—

    They aren't even a speck  of what they act,
    like their behaviour and their actions are polar opposite of what they are with you...

    ——

    I’m glad I came to know this earlier and distanced myself,

    or rather,

    I'm glad things came up and brought distance between us...

    ——

    Now that I sit back and see,
    I cannot agree more with those pointing fingers at you,

    and telling the world—
    what sort of a person you are...

    ——

    I'm glad and breathe in peace,
    that no-where,

    there will be fingers pointed at my face,

    for the fact that I was still in contact with such individuals...

    (P.s.
    I might have been,
    but,
    all of our connections are long gone...)

    Cheers 🥂

    Love Waakiye 🤍