The sealed emotions of hope seems visiting places for a warm shelter, sheer sickness caused by the hostile environment had left the body immobile…………..

Once there was Love that used to fly high above all definitions with its powerful wings ignoring the customized religiosity of illogical thoughtful schools…that have targeted her for their taste bud and soul treat…

Today most unjust law abiders and learned layman’s go for killings in the name of honor and dignity…but

Love can still be seen in the same land nestling itself healthily surmounting at every barren tree…

See what is there…a polluting Lust dancing vampishly with beautified colors in her wings with appealing showiness leaving none unenticed.

Puzzled with the understanding whom to vote for…?

Those rightful coercive scholars or the addicted young consumers of rubbers, as the larger portion are mistaken with Lust on Love…

Whom to blame now…this idea baffles the thinking nerve…

Seasons are changing but the former are winning medals by serving a Happy meal to the media and latter is obsessed by outsailing on the malicious ocean flowing from the west…

Ooh what’s happening…please stop Love …she is going from our world , her tears with acidic grief are burning her white feathers…

Oh No!........................................................... she has gone into ashes…

Now what to do more with this paralyzed body, the hope questions himself whiningly…

The loud enough sound of the beating heart is diminishing.

Cries are all over for the crucified Love…

At its last breath hope is packing his emotions and sealing them forever…as he is now aware that no shelter is anywhere…

What's there....? Sees his able lubricated eyes, witnessing a translucent vision of something strange…

A glimpse of a wide open, white scented wings coming from the sky and the eyelids shut for the final time…!