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!-
19'🦋
𝘽𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙬... read more
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!
-
𝘼𝙢𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙚𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙩𝙮 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙨
𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙥𝙚𝙩𝙪𝙞𝙩𝙮 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙤𝙣,
𝙊𝙪𝙧 𝙨𝙪𝙣 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙚𝙩.
𝙏𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙠𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙨
𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙤𝙬𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙨,
𝙒𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙛𝙖𝙩𝙚.
𝙒𝙞𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙋𝙞𝙣𝙠
𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙 𝙤𝙛 𝙗𝙧𝙚𝙚𝙯𝙚,
𝙇𝙚𝙩 𝙪𝙨 𝙨𝙠𝙚𝙩𝙘𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚,
𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙤𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝙤𝙛 𝙨𝙤𝙪𝙡
𝙏𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙡𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙘𝙤𝙨𝙢𝙤𝙨
𝙒𝙚 𝙩𝙤𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙫𝙚.
𝘼𝙢𝙞𝙙𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙞𝙡𝙚𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙥𝙖𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙨,
𝙒𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙚𝙨; 𝙨𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝,
𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙮𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙨
𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙨𝙢𝙞𝙘 𝙩𝙞𝙙𝙚,
𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙐𝙣𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙙,
"𝙄𝙩'𝙨 𝙖𝙣 𝙚𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙣𝙖𝙡 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚"!!-
She's waiting
For his thick blood;
For which she
remained caged here!-
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!-
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!-