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 .................. T...
To those of you who are asking where am I. I've left the world which meant everything to me, I'll pen something here only when I return to fulfill the promise for which I left everything. Who you thought I was, is the person I'm trying to be...
Life is nothing but an illusion,
ReplyDeleteLie and Truth two sides of it..
Its you who choose to die or live with it !
I wonder have you never ever lied??
ReplyDelete@Fatima- I can never think of life as an illusion, because if it is than what sense does purpose make in this life.
ReplyDelete@megha- naah I do lie, live with altered truths. But I don't live a lie.
Beyond - First time here..very interesting read in 3 lines.. But i have a question, what is the truth? or what is the lie?
ReplyDelete@ousu- truth is within and lie is an invention. what do you feel?
ReplyDeleteAnd when the angels themselves tried to tell me I was wrong, I knew. The truth I had seen not everybody see's but the face of God is not a sight one can forget.
ReplyDeleteThe beauty of turned soil
ReplyDeletewith its heady secrets
lives in the reality of conversation
as we walk through this garden
making excuses for making excuses
in the space between rainbows shooting stars
lightning bolt flashes a heart
still beating in us all
@whatever- face of God is something that not all can see..
ReplyDelete@rivercat- what could I say about making excuses for making excuses :)
Profound words here. Paused for few moments with mind almost blank!
ReplyDeleteTakes deeep! Thanks.
@ousu- truth is within and lie is an invention. what do you feel?
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