The Victim Of Love


The story starts:
She was an innocent prisoner, a victim of circumstances, a victim of this cruel, canny world and was serving her sentence in a prison awaiting execution. He was in the same prison, about to be freed and he met her one day. He saw her innocence, he deeply thought of what she termed as a crime. 'No', he said, 'you ought to be free'. He decided to set her free. He fought for her and the doors of the prison were opened for her but she refused to be freed... She denied to come out. But the man was determined to set her free, he did not give up, he had to take her out, he broke all the walls of the prison, he was fatally wounded by the time the last wall was broken. She was sitting at the same place unmoved and she screamed at him, "Whyyyyyyyy? Why stranger.......... why you? Why..... when because of whom I am here, he never cared to bring down the walls.... why you?"

For the last time his dying eyes met hers and he said ..................


To the reader's :- I don't know what he said to her, I don't know why he did this... please finish this. Thanks.

Comments

  1. @Harshadji - Thanks for being the first one to read and complete it. Yes that could be the easiest explanation, the biggest reason, the answer but probably he said something else.

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  2. Because I see the innocence nobody else does. The beauty the beauty that shines from every angle I see.

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  3. For the last time his dying eyes met hers and he said ..................
    http://gazalbharadwaj.blogspot.com/2010/08/liberation.html

    And that day the Man died. As much as I am told. And his ashes till today wander scattered in the world to reach people and to tell them to understand LOVE. TO BREAK PRISONS. TO SHED WALLS...
    But I believe.
    A day shall come soon.
    To revoke life in Him.
    And bless Him with his share.
    And I trust.
    The Prisoner shall choose her freedom.
    For 'THE LAW OF SACRIFICE'
    has to be done justice with.

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  4. @R
    AND BY THE WAY THANKS FOR THIS.
    Had u nor written this, I wudn hav come up with my new post...LIBERATION...
    You know when we were small, toh school me humen choir me ek gaana sikhaya jata tha. Your post reminded me o it after a long long tym...

    "The world stands in need of Liberation My Lord.
    It still has to feel Your Power.
    THERE ARE THOSE WHO HAV EYES BUT REFUSE TO SEE...
    THERE ARE THOSE WHO HAVE EARS BUT REFUSE TO HEAR...
    THEY still have to feel Your power..."

    And so He chooses people for Libeeration, as He chose the man in your story.
    So the man was not THE VICTIM OF LOVE.
    He was THE MESSENGER OF LIBERATION.
    God's messenger....

    Lovely post. God bless u.

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  5. "because I am he"

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  6. then she went with her magic dust and revive him and were happy together forever :D

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  7. and together they grew young, again becoming children, throwing seed into the wind as they danced and sang songs of delight, mirth, and merriment :)

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  8. left speechless... your writing is amazing, really!

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  9. Because i had once wish that someone would do the same for me...

    Nice post ^^

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  10. For the last time his dying eyes met hers and he said ...........because of whom I am here, she never cared either ...

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  11. For the last time his dying eyes met hers and he said ..Love is a strange thing, where stranger does not remain the same...

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  12. For the last time his dying eyes met hers and he said...."'Cause I was you when I came here and I wished someone care for me enough to do this. When I saw you I knew I had to do this else I would never actually be free."

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  13. For the last time his dying eyes met hers and he said ....I WONT LET DIS DARKNESS CREEP IN UR LIFE...LIGHT UP SPARK OF HOPE...N 4GET BCOZ OF WHOM U R HERE...U R NOT DESTINED 2 B AN INNOCENT VICTIM

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  14. Nothing, he did not have to say anything ...... his actions were more than enough...... but may be the prisoner refused b'coz the prisoner is waiting to earn the currency which can make her worthy of everything.... to deserve and be able to pay back in the same currency as the man paid to break the prison.... in the same quantity not a penny less.... Already a prisoner.... doesn't want to be a beggar or debter too....

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  15. Contd. And yes if it too late by the time she earns it.... she will think this is what she has earned

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  16. and he said...this is your chance at redemption. you have been reborn. live afresh

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  17. @All- I read every end.. and thanks for such beautiful words. Probably I know what he said now. Thanks.

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  18. because, I too, was lost and barren. I, too, was frowned upon and thrown off to be forgotten. Because. Everyone deserves a second chance.

    i dont really kmow either...

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  19. because he saw something behind those walls ,that made his heart beat with love although as each brick fell down .as each wall tumbled down ,not he or her ,knew what suffering ,laid hidden all those years ,to really understand the intense of standing beside a love ,being strong to face the pain ,that exploded out from those walls crumbling .years of hiding behind walls to protect the truth ,without walls ,lays most insecure ,little girl that no one understood ,

    Which left this woman ,to face years of suffering ,broken trust ,lies .,love that was tainted ,left this woman to face not one incentive but years of years ,of pain that made her run away and fight all .

    Left this woman child ,to face it all alone
    the man grew weak

    the world ,became world that was turned upside down ,to one human mind ,to relive years of suffering ,alone as no one heard her cries

    only punished this woman
    for not being able to cope with walls down

    for all to see the shame
    the suffering

    the man ,never understood what could result after the walls ,were tore down as the hurt thrashed his well being and now it had become his hurt was more important

    than the woman left alone

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