THE FORGOTTEN STORIES

When u see the dark ocean in me, you would desire for a swim in it. As you go deeper and deeper you witness the increasing depth and dangers entangled with the seaweeds and precious pearls.You may struggle to breathe, but at the end of the day ,the strongest one would make it happen ,who would return triumphantly on the back of sharks with the dolphins dancing over them.Then the waters of the ocean would flow peacefully.                       A.C

Love is a bar. You enter it deliberately, hoping to enjoy. You sit and look for the best . You have your peers with experience and knowledge as helpers. You order for the best of available ones. Then you hesitate. To do or not to do. But you see the gorgeous, intelligent bottle in front of you. Then you get enough encouragement that you grab the courage to open the bottle. You open and the fresh foams come out seeking your attraction. You sip it ,and make weird faces at your friends. Then you want it more and gulp it once. Now you know what it is like. Now it has become your habit and you say you cannot live without it. Sometimes you cry over it, pour your heart after it. When you are fed up with one type, you move on to the other. Intoxicated you lose your sleep. You want it and you don't want it. You know the consequences , you know the climax. But you keep on trying. And one day you become totally exhausted and hysteric. Now you see no bottles. You

Whether Hindu or Muslim , whether rich or poor ,whether lower or upper caste you have shattered her dreams. The world that she felt safe around her village and the people whom she believed would safely take her home even if she is lost have proved to be the most hellish.She left home to return safely to her parents but her cold body returned shrouded.When each accused of a rape or assault case is convicted I hoped that this would be the end of it all but I was wrong, the cases are increasing daily including the ones that is not brought to the light of the public. Whether girl or boy when you express your suppressed brutal sexual desires on them you kill a thousand dreams nd hopes, you remind them that the world is no more good to live and it gives room for only brutality and injustice. Ultimately you kill the hopes of the burgeoning generations which includes me who hope to live in a better world. A big salute to the government, media and the legal system of J & K who tried to

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