THE FORGOTTEN STORIES

Desert. You can't find a single ray of hope around . You feel so thirsty that you are ready to drink a glass of dirty water. You are responsible for everything that happens here. Sometimes it gives so happiness that you will find a number of oasis around  but at other times you can find nothing. You cannot hold on with your thirst any longer. You walk. You walk so desperately that even the whirling wind may feel like a little hope to you. And you have learned to enjoy that feeling of the approaching death.You even curse the moment you were born. To be dead in this deadly desert without a single drop of water to quench your thirst. To die in solitude without seeing your dear ones, without accomplishing what you have come for.And this deadly desert ,Heart.

Those roses are fading. Fading to be fallen. Slowly and carefully, One by one. Falling onto the heart of the earth. To be embraced by it's bosom, as every drop joins it's mother. The withered leaves, saddened, joins the banquet to be addressed by father, like a shroud for petals. The wind sings the dirge over the trees as though a harp. The dusty soil seize the deceased, being the casket. The sun smiles at the plant shedding the light, The bestest things are preserved for you!!              A.C

She is strong. Strong enough to break an iron rod. For the past few years she is differently different. A different woman than actually she was. Earlier she was that serious girl whom you will fail to impress at your very first looks,a time when she was supposed to be innocent. Seriousness was a markable feature of her chats, thoughts and actions.I have seen her crying, pouring her heart out. I have seen her shattered and broken.Lost with hopes.But now she is the Phoenix that had risen from the ashes.The things that she went through had turned her to view life as a bawdy show .Now she owns that artless childlike profile. She hides her pain deep inside her heart of hearts.Or  is she trying to forget everything, by taking life lightly? Everything that could not be forgotten.Iam pretty sure she hasn't forgotten anything. Such true gems are a rare view. Women like her maybe present all around you. But unless they feel themselves comfortable enough to pour their heart out to you,

He told her not to look for him anymore. That she would find someone better. Someone who could understand her better. But he failed to understand her. The unlike ideas and concepts of love, The different degree of perseverance and patience, The profligate orchestrated events, Incomprehensible intimations. Once and for all her concepts of love became disfigured. The wolf would no longer see it's moon. She was the wailing star of the night sky. He was not just a name, He was her muse. The unwritten words, Untold stories, Unseen wounds. The scars that he made on her. The deep impressions. She was left behind. She was abandoned. Lone and heartbroken. She held a bunch of shattered dreams. She could hear the hounding cries. The memories that could not be erased. Every reflection began to strangle her. He was her secret pride. The way to his heart was easy . But the other way is different. The hurdles are hard and unbearable. Because to let go is har

She thought it would be okay. That it won't bother her. But as days passed,it became stronger and stronger. She felt the weight of her heart. Her tears reminded her of that. It killed her. She didn't resurrect to be hurt again. A.C

I did everything for them. Nothing. I argued. I was unheard. I cried. I saw no light of hope. But I was not afraid. For, my expectations pushed me into limbo. I could have foreseen that. I shouted. No one listened. No voice of console. I hoped if it was a dream. I hoped if I was a phoenix. I could have resurrected. To go back to the world where I came from. I held no grudges. No arguments. Because at the end nothing matters. A.C

'Happy Women's Day ' Those three words transformed her. It changed her imperfections into Perfections. It fastened her daily Chores. It gifted a smile to her Face. It motivated her Spirits. It gave rhythm to her Heartbeats. It made her Hairs dance. It increased the sweetness of her Lullaby. It brought back the glitters in her Eyes. It was the recognition from her Husband. A.C