Bloods that flow in veins -II

The second part of the story…..
And life moves on..the betrayal goes on and on. The beating daily and daily doses of sleeping tablets increases. The coming of home late goes on…
Shikha, the poor woman in her woes spends days being a doll of Drishya. Biwas wants mom to play with him but he is too [...]

Bloods that flows in veins

(This is my another try in fiction this is a female’s story, ofcourse fictional one but trying to potray the reality of society the otherside of society , male and female relationship….nothing related to personal lives of anyone )
The story is updated…
Actually while thinking to write this story I remember the legendary story of Pashuram, [...]

Scar …..

A heart with the scar…
A feel of guilt
A bleeding punding heart…
Cannot stand still
It was not what I had wanted
But it happened just so
Why I really really don’t know..
Living a life yes I am..
With these uncurable wounds preserved..
The name thats you engraved in heart..
A bleeding heart
Full of scar…
Full of scar…

Motherhood….

Its been a month or two that she has given birth to five childrens. I look her every morning she is there to protect them and they look always pampered. Mother, she is mother for the first time. Don’t know who taught her to be a mother may be nature who else can be the [...]

Rosy

Rosy cheeks…
Something hot I feel
Oh I am with a hot cup of coffee
Reminds me the cold one..
Sipping and sipping
More and more..
Till it finishes..
Till everything finishes
Till everything finished….

Crimson Joy

Crimson Joy…
Let me feel ,
No please don’t kill…
The invisible worm..
Let me live
Let me feel
The invisible worm…
Please don’t kill

Nec-Romancer-II

Here is the assumed talks with other two dead ones-:
Sweta-: Reema ( Name changed) dear reema last time I went your home on your six month anniversary and it was so hurting, the feast was very big and your big smiling potrait was making me hurt. The day after your death I was there at [...]

Nec- Romancer- I

(This is fictional one, I am writing this because I have faced this and also now I am writing a research paper in suicide that is why I am here trying to write about suicide..and talks with the one who have suicided and those died in front of me. The things which are real are [...]

Renaissance…

I can die but I cannot be defeated. So I am here reviving myself my creator. Renassiance was waiting for me or I was waiting for renaissance. Here I am reviving my self, my sentiments and my emotions and truly saying me myself, the true sweta.
Renaissance means revival of Grek art and culture in England [...]