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There is something magical about this flower. It smells so precious that it tempts everyone to steal it. It’s not soft, pink, and pure, it’s sinful, rough and very lonesome but, when it blooms, the beholder feels elated. This little flower stares at the endless sky wondering if she could ever know a life beyond her house. She dreams to be free, to touch the sky, to fly high through the darkness and the dawn recklessly, to spread her colors everywhere, to reflect more sunlight and to see the mountains. Her profound desires make her distinct and teach her how to fight with restrictions, for they were never meant for her. She could never say goodbye to her dwelling though she knew she won’t return. She does not even know how to survive alone, but all that she knows are her wishes and that nobody knows where she will end.  Everyone used to call them her tragic flaw but she never gave up on them, unlike everyone. She got torn at places, broken into pieces, but in the sunshine she felt...

One day someone asked me to define love. Well I know love! When I was in class eleventh and there was this guy who just smiled at me during a really boring chemistry class, I so fell in love with him. I fell in love the other day I was high and a guy stared into my eyes. I still don't know his name but I bet it was love unadulterated by any social norm. How beautiful it is to admit that I fall in love every time like I fell never before! Though my life just goes on and, I don't cry at nights for anyone. Perhaps, these moments are beyond love for me, they are the only treasure I have gained in this life. It was raining heavily that day, we were wet in an extremely crowded market. I panic a lot in such situations, I was fidgeting all the time unable to think if I could ever get out of this mess. He was figuring the way until all of a sudden he turned to me and smiled, it was so assuring that everything will be okay. My heart beats suddenly came to a halt and I felt so bless...

Lately just a pair of eyes, beautiful indeed, strayed someone while getting blended with a slight grin that marked few pink blotches on a face, animated by its rising contours. This someone beholds them to admire the efficacy of a spectacular emotion that can render light to even scorn souls like his.  He buried all his tears, anguish, resentments, fears to follow her towards a better tomorrow. He ponders if its a miracle, that he is bestowed once again his only reason of life, he approaches her overwhelmed in felicity. Her eyes meet his, yet again, and everything just vanishes in a second, as the doctor lights the grim room and confirms him as a patient of shezophrenia. These hallucinations never left him from the day he saw his daughter die in a road accident.

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When you start enjoying the silence even the leaves, the dripping water, the moon and the wind has something to tell you. The flower that once fell on the roadside was never as beautiful as it becomes now. The masquerade for greed seems so sinful and prominent in your society that all you wish is to runaway. The injustice that you once celebrated in the honour of your bravery makes you ashamed in cowardice. You become a fugitive in the court of your wisdom. The silence is never an apathy until then. The silence might break you in tears if you are weak otherwise, it can help you defeat any monster. The war, the bleeding scars and the silence can make even the darkest soul ardent. The silence can also be a curse when you fear it. It will kill you if you stop being proud of it.

Her eyes are shut while the room seems vivid with its orange walls that augment its splendor in the brilliant sunshine. She has closed her ears with her palm while her fingers remain crossed. She is biting her lips in the corner of a room, her feet is cold, she shudders repeatedly. This paroxysm of fear was unknown to her till now. She is struggling to free herself from this trap but she is oblivion to everything she was once taught so she keeps on drowning into darkness. Blood drips from her lips, tears flood her face, her hair is damp due to the sweat and her clothes are torn and nasty. Her body renders itself like a corpse as it wanes life. She is in this room from two years but never felt this way. She yearns if this could be a nightmare, if she was never a drug addict, if she had a life but the snuff that was once an escape from the resentment and the torments abated her identity and possessed her body shrewdly. She barely opens her eyes when the clock struck ten and the alarm sta...

8 September 2014 From the vivid sky, golden leaves fall ornamenting mother earth, the sparrows are singing a melancholy; the wind blows as her hair locks embellish her face by playing with each other carelessly. After 4 years of hectic college life, I figured out that I was never born for engineering. So here I am, sitting in a corner, unable to blink, for her eyes are enchanting a gory verse, which curses the venom augmenting in her veins.  I lie startled at the amount of anguish incarnated in front of me, that peeps through these enthralling eyes.  Perhaps, I got a topic for my next article. The Void 21 December 2016 Another corpse is dismissed out of the Red Cross Hospital, Mumbai.  The nurses murmur, the crowd screams amidst many cameramen, journalists, and magazine columnists.  "Breaking News: Suraiya Bano, the celebrated classical dancer died due to blood cancer at the age of 40.  Her daughter Shazia who is also a renowned dancer did not even ca...