THE FORGOTTEN STORIES

Towards the end you will see no one. When you are done with life all the things around you will fade away and the drowsy numbness will entangle you to which you unknowingly surrenders. Whether it is a rainbow or a painting everything turns out to be black and white into which your vision gradually falls out and your ways will turn out to be unending loops.You will see similitude of events and dreams where you will meet your struggling self trying to figure out reality and fantasy. Even if you try to tackle all of these, these would reappear, till you completely accept your failure to the game called LIFE. A.C

There was a time when her wings glowed. It was home to the shining fireflies. Its fluttering pierced into the ears of folks. The bright colours of the wings always created the rainbow around her. Little did she know that the wings too would die, die into deeper solitude. Her whole world circulated around those wings which carried her into the realms of unspoken realities. But little did she know that the night was always jealous of her wings. She glowed bright as Sirius in the night that every matter included her light and every being wished to be with her. Little did she realized that there were powers of darkness that could bring her down. Down into the hell were pessimistic waters flowed and from  where the reverse rains of apocalypse poured. Broken and disappearing, with dead wings and dead mind she lies immersed in the height of winter, desparate to find home at the least  in a tangled hair! A.C

There it comes , the truck .It comes all through the way, it crosses the valleys, climbs the mountains and even if it's lost in middle of dark forests, at the end of the day, it makes to its destination, to unload all the pains it carried all the way. Heap after heap the place becomes occupied with zillions of pain that weighs tons. While the indifferent truckdriver goes back to get the next load, the mountain of pain still awaits for its charwoman. A.C