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If we call life a journey then its final destination is death and that makes me think the reason to live should be the journey, not the destination.

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In Search

A part of me that I loved, went missing.
I searched for it in the dimensions within me,
I searched it in the heaven of the world,
Even in the doom of my soul,
All wasted.

In the tide of my thoughts,
Between the emotions I had,
In eye of whom I loved,
Beyond the horizons of my imagination,
All wasted.

On the avenue of my past,
On the misty trail of my future,
In the redness of my blood,
In the greens of my present,
All wasted.

I found it!
I found it in the salts of my tears,
All the scares and my fears,
I found it what I had lost was never mine.
Nothing wasted.

 

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Midnight Tale of Love

Midnight romance that is what we call it nowadays. The night was dark and the moon was the only source of light, a sight so irresistible. The trees as if they were guarding the solace of the night with weapons of breeze and shelters of the nocturnal. Everything seemed to be so awfully incredible and in the midst of the graveyard two lovers sitting on two different graves. His eyes longing for love and brain craving lust. Both of them were looking divine or maybe it was the night that made them look divine. Both doing nothing just looking into each other’s eye, holding their hands. The bond between them seemed to so pure. She broke the silence, “How long will you love me?”
Astonished with this sudden question, “Till the end of eternity.”
They both got up from the place now both pairs of eyes was filled with lust. He placed his hands somewhere near her butt and her around his neck.
“I will always be yours.” She said.
“you don’t have any choice, my dear.” He, with a smile, loaded with love, replied and in a matter of seconds their bodies on one another lips rubbing in perfect sync with no air to escape between them. They kissed they kissed for what seemed to be an eternity but everything has to end and good things end quite quickly. The dawn was on its way and reluctantly he pushed her away.
“Time to go baby”Back to their graves.
They died but their love never ended and wasn’t going to end until the end of the time.
“Love knows no barriers, Life and death are just different places”

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Apple of the Eye

The things we always dream of, he was living it. Each and every person on this planet has his own version of perfect life but still the life he had was something everyone just dreamt of, maybe only once but it was still a dream to many. A caring wife, loving parents and an adorable one-year-old brat. Life was just the way he had ever wanted. He had been a winner since the moment he was born; no one could ever steal his show and he loved the attention he always got for the accomplishments of his life. Now his wife, the girl who was a mother of a kid. Yeah mind my words “girl”, she still looked like a college student. She wasn’t any beauty but that was what that made her distinct – the way she always carried herself, those eyes stuffed with compassion and love for her son, admiration for her husband and respect for the in-laws.
He was a perfect son, father and a husband. Someone you can love with all your heart, mind, body and soul. He loved each and every member of his family with limits to eternity. He was the apple of the eye for everyone. But deep inside his love for his wife was purely eternal and in front her, he was still a child – a child who craved for love, a child who longed for attention. He was much like a child deep down, no matter how much he had accomplished he still wanted attention from people around him. After all, he was the one who made his life picture perfect; he deserved the attention. His son Rudra was a beautiful kid with a lot of mischief within him. Rudra’s mother now had to spend most of her time with Rudra to make sure he was all fit and fine. He was quite unhappy with the fact that his wife wasn’t able to give him much time. The moments he needed her, she was with Rudra. Rudra was clearly ascending that “apple of the eye” throne from his father but being a loving father he was more than happy because of it.
That was the day when he planned a picnic—he, she and Rudra picnic. It was a day well spent, quality time what we call it these days. When they returned in the evening, his wife was too tired to do anything for Rudra so she gave the responsibility to her husband to take care of him. And he accepted the offer with being more than happy. He adjusted Rudra on his shoulder and went to his room to spend some more time with him. The kid was just a pure blessing – eyes so pure, smile so divine he looked as if gods were seeing through eyes. The radiant skin, the glory in the aura; so pure, so serene. That was what he had always wanted – a happy life, settled life but his love for his wife was way beyond that; he just wanted her to be his. He didn’t want her to share with anybody. No one had the right steal the attention on which he claimed every right but with a smile on his face, he thought he is my son after all. He took him to his bed placed him softly on it and started stroking his head gently so that he sleep. After few minutes, Rudra slept.
“No one can steal the attention I deserve. No can share her love for me. Not even you, my baby boy!” he mumbled.
The pillow on the side of the bed was then pressed against that sweet innocent divine face and within few moments, he was in the arms of sleep forever; he was dead.

No one could ascend “the apple of the eye” throne.

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Martyr of Love

His eyes so deep, so serene filled with traces of lust. All he wanted, in fact, it was what he had ever wanted from the moment he had laid eyes on her-her body, her soul. He was determined to brand every fibre within her with his name and that was that moment she was just in front of him. A beauty no one can forget, a face so imperfectly phenomenal. The naivety in her eyes, the smooth flawless skin. Hair so dark, so dense, just like a dark night where no mark of the moon is present. Her majestic beauty was something that could evoke envy; even the Aphrodite wasn’t any different. Body sculpted in such an erotic art that no sculptor walked on the planet could match the raw intoxicating flair. Now her bare body was in front of him. Bosom so aphrodisiac, skin like silk, so smooth such divine. Now this was the moment he was going to make her his own, brand her and get inside her. Her naked body tantalising every nerve he had. He marauded towards her and did everything he ever wanted to do. With each and every thrust the sense of accomplishment widened the smirk on his face and when he was done, he took the phone which was hers’, A message, An unread message sent by him hours ago, it read as “I’ll make you mine no matter what whether it demands to make you dead.”
He stood and took a knife stabbed himself through the heart. The metal pierced the skin very slowly and made him moan with the feeling of pain he had always endured the kind of pain she always gave him by not reciprocating his love. She had died hours ago and he died moments ago both with knives penetrating through the heart.He branded her when she was lifeless.
He made love to a dead creature.
For him, love was a war and she was destined to be a martyr.

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