Sukant Shandilya

  The Weight He Wore He wore it like a shadowed coat, Invisible, but heavy. They laughed and called him lucky once— He smiled, barely, maybe. “No way it hurt,” they’d joke aloud, But silence told a tale, Of shattered trust, and frozen time, Behind a silent veil. He didn’t bleed the way they thought, But pain still found its way. A secret kept for far too long— Afraid of what they’d say. But strength, it grows in quiet ways, In breaking down the wall. He speaks now not for pity’s sake— But just to stand at all. Sukant Shandilya 18th April 2025

                                             A Predator’s Confession, A Society’s Reflection!! It was 10 PM, late at night, She walked alone, within my sight. I caught her hand, gripped her tight— To possess her, that felt right. She screamed, she struggled, tried to flee, But what she had, belonged to me. I’m a man, with burning fire, And she had what feeds desire. So I took it—yes, I did. Her fear? Her pain? I closed the lid. Her voice meant nothing to my pride, Her “no” was something I pushed aside. And then I blamed her, loud and clear: “She asked for it—what was she doing here?” In those clothes, with that stride, No man could ever be denied. Her honour? Please, don’t speak that name. She owns her grief, she bears the shame. After all, I walk away— Free and proud— While she hides in dismay. And that’s the world we live in today. Sukant Shandilya 15th April 2025

  Bangles, Bindis, and Broken Dreams!! I still remember that day— Fate played its cruelest game. In a moment, her world shattered, And nothing was ever the same. The pink bangles on her fragile wrists Were crushed, broken without care, Each shard a symbol of dreams That vanished into air. The red bindi, once proudly worn, Was wiped from her tender brow, A mark of joy and union Erased by fate somehow. All colours fled her sorrowed soul, Except for mournful white, A ghostly cloak she’d wear for years, Through day and endless night. White would stay, a silent scream Through childhood’s stolen grace, And haunt her steps into a youth She'd never fully face. Drained of laughter, robbed of choice, She bore tradition's knife— Marked and mourned, avoided, scorned, A burdened, broken life. Not a girl, not yet a woman, But a shadow of what might be— A child widow, lost and free. Sukant Shandilya 10th April 2025

UEFA Champions League. Footballer's Anthem. UEFA Champions League: Where Legends Are Made and Dreams Come Alive There’s just something about Champions League nights, isn’t there? The floodlights. The roaring crowds. That iconic anthem that sends chills down your spine. For football fans around the world, the UEFA Champions League (UCL) is the ultimate stage. It’s where the best of the best face off, where underdogs rise, and where unforgettable football stories are written. A Tournament Like No Other Let’s be real—nothing compares to the Champions League. Sure, domestic leagues are great, and international tournaments are exciting, but the UCL hits different. It brings together the elite clubs from all over Europe and throws them into high-stakes battles that leave fans breathless. And it’s been that way for a long time. Since 1955, when it was known as the European Cup, the competition has been serving up drama and magic. It officially became the Champions League in 1992, and ever...