PUCHUKU DIARIES

A heinous, abhorrent tale, Unimagined even by the most disgusting minds. Yet it happened to her, Not once or twice, over 90 times. Each time a different abomination, One worse than the other. Monsters disguised as men in different walks of life, A nurse and firefighter among them. Each one of them a normal man, Hidden sick perverts behind their computer screens. The one she trusted started all of it, Unsafe in her own home. Over a decade of it, unconscious through all of it. Yet every encounter a grisly scar on women’s psyche. The woman who prayed every day that her young girl should be safe from it, Was on the other side of it, Oceans away from me. My heart wrenches out the most agonizing sobs for her. The whole world terrified now, Wondering how many hidden tales like these brood in our disgusting home. She stands tall, trusting the law to serve justice, The fuel behind the protests, Light of hope for all the warriors. The monsters should be tortured, Their pleas unheard, like her co...

VATICINATION The study block haunts me The backlogs taunt me Yet I stay still as nothing enters my brain I am sure I will fail The exams near Yet I feel no fear As if my subconscious has accepted my ultimate academic demise A pathetic failure, my mind mocks A prophecy it vaticinates The prophecy of my exam results I look at the material in vain Everything goes above my head I realize with a sigh That I will be a self fulfilling prophecy.

CONFESSION OF A NUTCASE Oh, Tasty Nuts, You are very tasty and munchy, My top choice for chatpataa stuff since I could chew. But my mind in the gutter ruined your pious name forever, Turning it into a euphemism. Forgive me, OH THE RULER OF SNACKS, For I have sinned.

THE BANE OF YOUR HAPPINESS I roam the world, No nationality or ethnicity, No pronoun or labels, None of my own. But I do take on the identities of the lives I infiltrate, Without them realizing, Until it's too late. I am as old as the human mind, As young as an abused child’s trauma, Yet I am called an excuse or just a figment of overt imagination. Millennials call me a pseudo phenomenon their kids make up, Not realizing the horrors I inflicted upon their fathers, The Boomers. When people jeer at me and tell themselves that I do not exist, That is when I am the happiest. And mind you, I don’t come alone. I bring my peers to wreak havoc upon any lives. No barriers, no specific types. I am in everyone—from children to senile, The adolescents to middle-aged. I am the embodiment of pain and suffering, The emotional agony. I make kids lose their childhood. I make teenagers scream in pain and slit their wrists. I make the most things you love mundane forever beyond repair. I destroy ever...

I HAVE SINNED I have sinned for I joined a group of bad people I have sinned for I did not realize it until too late I have sinned for I overlooked the number of people they hurt I have sinned for I am still with them I have sinned for I am too much of a coward to detach myself I have sinned for I have been a people pleaser I have sinned for I did not put them in their place I have sinned for I did not avenge those they humiliated I have sinned for I do not know what pulled them to me I have sinned for I do not if I am them I have sinned for I am one of the bad people I have sinned for I find no other explanation

THE ENABLER She was screaming in agony Cries of harsh symphony He handed her a razor Skin cut through like laser Blood glistening in the light A truly terrific sight This became a habit An obsession commit Scars zigzag in white lines Across her arms like vines Blood flow commanded by the sailor The self harm enabler