Love.Live.Life

Even before the brightest sphere in the universe rise, she stood before him wise. Without any gadget, habitual to her subconscious. Slow with her crawls, she completes the chores, without our knowledge all day long. She never got a leave never did she asked one. Neither on those second or fourth nor at the ends of weeks, none on those with those bank holidays. Never even when she broke, healthy.  She had a magic, power which is concealed deep within the word 'MAA'. The only name, which came out with fear, with a concern, first of all, the only name in every hunt. She survived hard for us and has been derived out of those gods and goddess, clone to us. Simpler with looks, but intelligent beyond those tonnes of books. Still innocent for that technicality. Despite modern remedies, she still has those 'nuskhe' for initial and to surprise they though work.  She, the most easier to convince, the one who hide our mischiefs. The one who can divide, among several a...

#Simply Gifted (Memories) #Boxes The far the eye catches the view of sky,  Welded to roads with no joint. Silent path with soundless footsteps. The five of us, fingers of the same hand, Working on a task. Everyone else around us were engrossed in their dream with all their concentration.  Hidden from the anger of sun in clam and serene night. This night departed forever, Then lost in the stack of memories. The shortest night with dreams floats in open eyes. Few in their fantasies, unaware of our ludic world. Dreams of never ending the night, with friendship lasting with each one's last breath.  Our work was within four walls but when we stepped out with an empty mind on empty streets jewelled with streetlights.  It was a game with two phases and a door in between.

The sky was clear, the moon was shy, looking at the track which was paved with the glittering ride. The distance the eyes rolled where those tail light teasing us, for making us running late of time. Our destination was all through the office way, and working was out for that day.  Calculating the matrix of those boxes and bottles with some scrambled eggs waiting for the one with a broken leg, outside the Concentrix. The time when the reality said good night, left was the only place for the dreamers some with the close and some with open sight. We had a wide open sky for the roof, the birds have chosen their path, the stars have chosen their sky, time was for us to pick our clouds. There were many to accompany us with wheels, but they were not with us.  The roads and those paths were alone but unlike morning they were not lazy. Street light, some wrecked some blind decorated that lonely midnight streets, roads and highway beautifully bright. The confusion was ...

Five years of darkness, of that terrible, horrified, inhuman actions. The brains which were conquered by lust, captured with those human demonic thoughts. The night on Sixteenth of December. When the whole country was busy thinking, dreaming, discussing the new year ave. There was an angel, forlorn, with her sense, her motions, fighting for her breath. Unfortunately, unexpected, her breath her flesh evaporated in the smoke with those flames.  Even the devil spirit might get fright by what happened on that night. Even thinking about it create a draught in my mind. The incident happened in the capital of our country, out of the cops voluntary.  Among that huge crowd, I was also the one in the locality with the locals, who crawled the distance with that burning thread and melting wax dripping on the figures. Unaware, so unintelligent and without a single ray of knowledge of what it was? For whom it was? It took time for the right thing to happen, but so late. It's be...