CHAKRADHARI

Lolita was really a brave girl, a girl who fought with the devil's inside her and made out of the world of which she no longer considered herself to be a part of but she was afraid of the things that she will never ever confront to anyone coz they might not understand what she was going through after the downfall of her life and the  decisions she still repente. She was full of fighting spirit that I can see in her eyes the way she used to represent herself in front of the people who might judge her of what she was. Thrown in to the garbage of this wealthy world  where emotions of one are their own burden to take and no one finds themselves to be guilty of the pain they cause to others by their actions..She was being taught to be the same as them or just remain in this pile of garbage and continue to be picked up at their will and be used and thrown again and again back from where she started. But, the devil's she faught with, devil's which resides in her mind  were ac...

जंजीरों में जकड़ा हूँ मैं खुद से ही आज  लड़ा  हूं मैं ख़ौफ़ज़दा नहीं पर फिर भी सहमा हूँ मैं सियासत खुद से कर गया हूँ मैं खुद से ही खफा हूँ मैं सोया नही अभी तो जगा हूं मैं धोखा खुद से क...

it was late at night, whole room was filled with darkness, darkness was not only in the room but in her heart too which made her hollow from inside, I was looking through the small window of a room located in nowhere, I saw a girl of 5. lying down on the bed facing  the window through which she was looking at me with questions in her eyes..... she screamed at me if i can move the seas then why i cant move people, why i cant make them do good deeds. if  i can bring big waves touching the seas shore why cant i make the wave of harmony touch their heart? SHE ASKED ME IF I WAS DEAD? WHY I WAS SO EMOTIONLESS? WHY I SEE EVERYTHING AND STILL SHINES SHE INSTANLTLY GETS HOLD ON HER VOICE AFRAID IF SOMEONE MAY HEAR HER I was firecely red that night on my incompetency. she laid down looking at the moon through the window, holding her cretch so tightly whenever any sound will pierce her ears, she will shrivel up with the fear, the fear of losing his father. he left in morning a...

I SEE EVERYTHING I  see everything, the brutal marks of marriage on a brides face, tears of loneliness on clowns face, cooks growling with hunger,  poverty of rich’s hearts.I have seen a girl being torn for her beauty, a guy being bullied for his wisdom I have seen people enjoying  death and mourning births And laughing on others pain.I have been a friend to lonely, an audience of socio-phobic,auditioned a struggling actor.  there is nothing which is hidden from the mirror. I SEE EVERYTHING She(maid of the house) entered the room following her mother trying to hold on to the end of her saree to pace with her looking up at her with tears about to flow from her eyes.She looks at her hopelessly while  mother sets up the dining table. I can sense the rush in this moment.this little child trying to pace up with an adult busy in her chore. She merely matches the height of table. I can see her eyes just above the edge of the table staring at dinner plates w...

ROUND ROUND ROUND ROUND” Looking at the ceiling fan while lying on his bed rajbir wonders, we too keep running round and round and round for money and success but our run never end just like this fan….. “BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP “ The sound of machines which doctors say are supporting his life are his personal opera, no wonder he didn't choose to buy ticket for this…. 30 days of nonstop medications,tubes piercing his body day and night..Doctors finally said he is FINE and will be soon discharged. But don't know why he dont believe them...Today he is continously staring at fan and  won't turn his eyes even if someone calls him…. He can feel his heart pounding,heaviness on his chest crushing him and tears in eyes running along his cheek dripping upon his shirt….shirt his child brought for him…. “HE NEVER LET US CHANGE HIS SHIRT” How rudely this young nurse complained to the doctor. She don't know the warmth he can feel in this shirt which his son hand-p...

She was walking quietly on a LONELY road in the most busy market of the city  feeling nothing , no  connection to the fleshes roaming around her, relating her self to the stones paved into a road who  bears the weight of people stepping on it but is connected to no one, she is made of flesh carved into the stone that can't appreciate the breeze, for her it is just a hindrance from being confined in her own small world,she don't even have any right to set it's boundaries. She is now standing under the same tree which  is offering his services to her as an umbrella,a guard for  several weeks,the only thing made by lord who she actually thinks to have some life,some courtesy to offer something without any expectation of anything in return. I can see smile on her face,like a ray of light trying to pierce the dark clouds but failing again and again to  win  the fight of its existence. Every time a car honks her body shivers,constricts her soul,shears...

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