BeLoved

"... An intuitive desperate cognition with all it's neural schemas and neural patterns, clubbed with unblemished perceptions, crossing pragmatic horizons, beyond elated fantasies, and planes of acute dichotomy, made it's maiden leap to unveil all the vivid stigmas, in a much eccentric helix, gliding along the swarm of unmasked feelings and riding with ecstatic emotions of exuberance, to touch and feel the rarest invisible string of an enigmatic persona, only to realize that the ergodic coordinates of time surpassed his 'let it happen' probable syndrome as the paradigm shift was perpendicular, yet parallel, to the axis of their life ...."
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It doesn't matter to her.

She had her Coffee and left, to be herself.

-()-

Erase a Race

They say, in India, that caste based Reservations are rampant and menacing, and hence, they want to unravel it...

But,

They never want to unravel the caste factor, which is prevalent in every mode of social life, in India, right from rampant untouchability practices, across the nation, to menacing caste based vote bank politics.

By the way, when will God unravel the rampant tradition of reserved caste based access to priesthood and stop the menacing practice of marriage within own caste.

-()-

PS : Written for 3WWW for the hints Menacing, Rampant and Unravel

Free Noose

It was night
The noose was tight
With all their might
and towering height

Some were right
Under the White
Some were Left
With their own Light

The old man was quiet
Though he might...
He was bright
with his write .
Great.

It was their right
now everyone's right
It was not a slight
but a giant Fight

From a leap to a flight,
When the light lit
No one was left
Neither Bhagath nor Bose

Again, it was night...
The noose was made lite
For some great Knights
Quite quietly , 1947.

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Tears-55Fiction

She cried
She cried more
She got tired
She cried again
And again
She cried louder
She has been crying since she shot him dead an hour ago.
She has been crying all these years
He was her father.
She was crying with pain,
looking into her mother's eyes.
Her mother was holding the gun.

Her-55 Fiction

I saw him killing her brutally.
Her mother cried. 
Her mother's love too cried.
His mother supported him in killing.
His mother's love too supported him, mercilessly.
I was in her womb, for months, 
and now, in her dead body's womb...
I am dead before i could open my eyes.
Because,
Again, I was 'Her'!

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