2nd December 1957,
11:30 pm at night
Shelina was still sitting on the floor of the gloomy dark store room. A beam of moonlight was passing through the window that lit a particular corner of the room. She tried hard to leave the space, but couldn't. As if someone has hypnotised her there. The clock hits 12. Shelina heard the voice of her dead daughter! "I'm here Mumma. I'll take you today! You cried a lot for me nah mumma! I know! That's why I couldn't leave you alone. I was always with you Mumma. And now you'll be always with me! Come Mumma, follow the moonlight and end our distance forever! Come to my grave Mumma, we will be happy ever after!" As a childish laugh was ringing in the room, Shelina got up, went to the large window, placed her foot on the bare pane and.......
Shelina and her daughter are having feast today on their grave! After all it's Lillie's Birthday, right!-
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hot chocolates dripping
on my undressed
valleys & lips.
Nights with you are like
the craziest nightmares
that gives the most
sweetest pains on my spots!
-
This was from when I lost myself!
Its hurts the most when you realise
you have been losing yourself
day by day and moment after moments.
I just found myself,
under the stuffy bedsheets
with the fabrics of depression and failures.
I torn down all the positivities.
As if all hopes are gone. Seems like
they never exist (to me)!
I just found myself,
In the mid road trying to escape
from the busiest lane of the city.
It's so hard to breathe in this city Pollutions!
I just found myself
to be the most unworthy and lonely one
drenching in the rain of my tears!
And then I realised, I failed.
I'm the biggest failure and
unworthy one!
I realised
I'm not worthy to live!
I.... Am not worthy of life!-
๐ผ๐ข๐ค๐ฃ๐ ๐ฉ๐๐ ๐๐ฉ๐๐ง๐ฃ๐๐ฉ๐ฎ ๐ค๐ ๐ฉ๐๐ ๐จ๐ฉ๐๐ง๐จ
๐ผ๐ฃ๐ ๐ฉ๐๐ ๐ฅ๐๐ง๐ฅ๐๐ฉ๐ช๐๐ฉ๐ฎ ๐ค๐ ๐ฉ๐๐ ๐ข๐ค๐ค๐ฃ,
๐๐ช๐ง ๐จ๐ช๐ฃ ๐ฌ๐๐ก๐ก ๐ฃ๐๐ซ๐๐ง ๐จ๐๐ฉ.
๐๐๐ง๐ค๐ช๐๐ ๐ฉ๐๐ ๐๐๐ง๐ ๐จ ๐๐ฃ๐ ๐ฉ๐๐ ๐ก๐๐๐๐ฉ๐จ
๐ผ๐ฃ๐ ๐ฉ๐๐ ๐ก๐ค๐ฌ๐จ ๐๐ฃ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ฉ๐จ,
๐๐ ๐ฌ๐๐ก๐ก ๐ฌ๐ง๐๐ฉ๐ ๐ค๐ช๐ง ๐ค๐ฌ๐ฃ ๐๐๐ฉ๐.
๐๐๐ฉ๐๐๐ฃ ๐ฉ๐๐ ๐จ๐๐๐๐๐จ ๐ค๐ ๐๐๐ฃ๐
๐ผ๐ฃ๐ ๐ฉ๐๐ ๐ฉ๐๐ ๐จ๐ค๐ช๐ฃ๐ ๐ค๐ ๐๐ง๐๐๐ฏ๐,
๐๐๐ฉ ๐ช๐จ ๐จ๐ ๐๐ฉ๐๐ ๐ฉ๐๐ ๐ก๐๐ฃ๐๐จ ๐ค๐ ๐ก๐ค๐ซ๐,
๐ผ๐ฃ๐ ๐ฉ๐๐ ๐ฉ๐ค๐ช๐๐ ๐ค๐ ๐จ๐ค๐ช๐ก
๐๐ค ๐ฉ๐๐ ๐๐ค๐ก๐ค๐ช๐ง๐จ ๐ค๐ ๐๐ค๐จ๐ข๐ค๐จ
๐๐ ๐ฉ๐ค๐ช๐๐ ๐ฉ๐๐๐ฉ ๐๐๐๐ซ๐๐ฃ ๐๐ก๐๐ซ๐.
๐ผ๐ข๐๐๐จ๐ฉ ๐ฉ๐๐ ๐ข๐๐ก๐๐จ ๐๐ฃ๐ ๐จ๐ช๐ง๐ฅ๐๐จ๐จ๐๐ฃ๐ ๐ก๐ค๐ฃ๐๐ก๐๐ฃ๐๐จ๐จ,
๐๐ ๐๐ค๐ข๐ฅ๐ค๐จ๐ ๐ฉ๐๐ ๐ซ๐๐ง๐จ๐๐จ; ๐จ๐ฌ๐๐๐ฉ ๐๐ฃ๐ ๐ง๐ค๐ช๐๐,
๐ผ๐ฃ๐ ๐ฉ๐๐๐ฃ ๐ฉ๐๐ง๐ค๐ช๐๐ ๐ฉ๐๐ ๐ก๐๐๐๐ฉ ๐ฎ๐๐๐ง๐จ
๐ผ๐ฃ๐ ๐ฉ๐๐ ๐๐ค๐จ๐ข๐๐ ๐ฉ๐๐๐,
๐๐๐ ๐๐ฃ๐๐ซ๐๐ง๐จ๐ ๐ฌ๐๐๐จ๐ฅ๐๐ง๐๐,
"๐๐ฉ'๐จ ๐๐ฃ ๐๐ฉ๐๐ง๐ฃ๐๐ก ๐ก๐ค๐ซ๐"!!-
Your breathless soul
that moans into my ears,
are the spurs to my lust,
The shinning valleys
that touches my skin
Are to be eaten bit by bit.
The birchwoods of
your soft flowing river
are entangled and soft
And the physique of your desire
That crave me more,
The secret fantasies of my soul
Are unravelling as whole.-
Take me back to your nights again
When I was the
pleasure in your pain,
And the breeze among
your lonely woods
To sketch that love again.
The shade of your heart
And the tears of your joy;
Take me back to your nights again
When I was the only toy
for your play!-
Not always in a sterling version. Somedays, it not even urges to write! And Somedays, I feel the lack of emotion! A many ups and downs through a certain period of blockage, helps to come up again with a new avant-garde ideas!
This is the life! We writers breathe better into these circle of rejuvenation.-
How to
love you more,
So that,
you'll be mine?
How to clasp
you tight,
That you
won't go?
How to mend
your clumsy pain,
So that I can stay
in your heart?
How to lit
that candle of your soul,
That it feels,
how it was burnt!-