Now after all the mocking realities of this astonishing world from whr i stands..wht must b my slogan?standing up on my own ashes..the ashes of my sacrifices..the love ,care i spread-ed..with out the permission of nature..in d hands of a vulture ?a half cold hearted truth..a moment..a phrase..some words..and the memories..never ending lamentations..a wish standed for a vegetable relation.....now  im standing in d midst of unwanted pathetic stage of this drama..who is the maker of this story..still i wonder!!!

i wish if i cud b addicted to drugs than  have a link with this bloody life....or a couple of pegs can drift me away from this wandering mind..or some sleeping pills may give me a sound sleep.....escaping is a dream and hope is miles away..the moments i have left is like crores of hawks....surrounded and penetrates my heart with its beaks & shakes my destiny to give proof that i still exists..!!

some one afraid of her shadow
being touched....
some one is avoiding the presence
carried her......
the corner of the heart had been filled
but now seems empty.....
in the flash of a dim  light
its resembles the paleness of a recent wound..
scared of past..hidings of life..
but still naked truths..with all vulgarity
unaware that she not a snake to bite back..
as some one did for once....