On a throne like a king he is sitting above me , looking at me with his deep cunning eyes My trembling form cannot fathom what just happened a few hours agoThe person whom I trusted , respected, feared and admired from afar has not only killed my husband , but forced me to become his captive When I look above with my weeping eyes ,He smiled softly and gently petted my hair and whispered softly:- YOU ARE MINE ..BHABHI !!…
GAURI:- I always thought your silence means an unexpected hate, A hate towards me. What I have done wrong? . Why you detest me so much? . What is your reason for this loathe ? I don't know, but I am tired of these questions whose answeres I can't seems to find....OMKARA:- My silence is just another word for pain, knowing that those big Innocent brown eyes won't be looking into mine kills me . People says that , silence speaks volumes. My silence speak about my one sided love , my one sided love for you....…
THE SUN AT MY BACK SHINES BRIGHT PROVIDING HOPE TO EVERY LIVING THING BUT I MYSLEF FIND IT TOO BRIGHT , TOO UNRELENTING I LISTEN TO THE WORLD TRYING TO TAKE IN EVERYTHING THAT I BEING TOLD I STARE WITH CONFUSED EYES WONDERING HOW I SHAĹL EVER UNDERSTAND I SHOUT WHERE IN THE WORLD DO I FIT IN ?DO I NOT BELONG WHERE IN THE WORLD DO I FIT IN...…