The DarkSide

There are some who touch your heart. Leaving a lasting impression. Making you feel the most comfortable around them. These few in due course of time become your partners and partners in turn becomes the reason of your survival. You laugh with them, you smile with them, and you also get upset at them. You become yourself!! These emotions exhibit your true state to your loved ones. What happens when the one you love the most is no more?? You wake up on the same bed, but it's not the same anymore. You can't see that person next to you. You cry so loud hoping that it will reach them, but it's just hitting the empty walls. This is the most heart breaking thing one will ever experience. The silence is piercing your ears. Your eyes are in constant search for someone who will never come back. This is your side of the story. But what about the person who has left you?? Can you think of their pain? They might have left the physical medium that is, 'The body' bu

Circumstances handed over a gun in his tiny hands at a tender age. He instantly fell in love with the aesthetics of that lethal weapon. It was like a calling that lured all his senses. Starvation, insomnia, deprivation of bread and roof gave birth to the savage inside him. The bond with the revolver was accelerating with each bullet he shot. Ripping people off their skin, witnessing them bleed to death satisfied his gut. Slaughtering ​people granted his twisted soul infinite vigor. He was becoming a well-known name in the underworld. At the age of 29, Musaa had become the biggest contract killer alive in the state. He was a mother freaking terror walking tall on the abandoned streets of Mumbai. Inhabitants lived in constant fear of death.  Musaa was on the pinnacle of success until,'SHE' walked in.....

I t began as a part of exploration, invading into an unknown territory. Striking off one more fancy that he had dreamed off.On that deserted night, he wandered for hours before uncovering a pitch-dark corner, marginally irradiated. His anxious feet abruptly paused there, to commence the long awaited ordeal. With pulsating heartbeats he lit the DEMON an ally handed him. Inhaling a never ending dependency on drugs, giving complete control of self to the enslavement.

Her tender eyes witnessed the house fall apart at an early age. “Family” was just a mere word that she used to address her biological parents.  Happiness never knocked at her door. Crimson’s wonder year’s dint seem like that of a normal child.  Innocence died way too early on her face. Crimson had grown up to be wiser and wickeder amongst her peer group, having a strange perception towards the journey called life. There came a juncture, where she fell in love with her adversities. By then, Crimson was firm to give it back to the universe. With evil desires, she embraced the venom that came her way. Should the urge to kill the loneliness be blamed or the temptation be rewarded with ruthless and merciless deception. The hunger I saw in her eyes had no match with the deep dead ocean. Let the vicious game begin!!  

The ordeal of eternal damnation took place in a confidential location unknown to the inhabitants.  Devil’s bond-slaves were dying to behold his sighting which was as rare as the meteor falling from the sky. With a throbbing heart and agitated feet, Emma arrived at the spot. She could feel the devilish aura spread across.  After few wobbly strides, she came in front of a colossal wooden door that had a fierce lion engraved on it, along with some symbols from the occult.  Before she could stretch her hand to knock, the door flung open on its own, Unfolding gory darkness ahead of her. With each step into the darkness, a partial illumination guided her clueless feet into the heart of the atrium where the sacrament was to be conducted. She could hear some freaky babel as she was nearing the devils workshop. As she walked a little further, her eyes observed men and women dressed in hideous costumes holding candles in their hands, bearing a sinister smile. “EMMA..”, a husky voic

It was a strangely cold night. Darker than usual. Skies appeared deeply cursed by the profane formation of stars. Bats flew all over, making awful reverberance. Untamed winds borne shivers with them brushing the lonely souls walking on the streets. That evening Emma was dressing up for one of the most crucial events of her life. She wore a beautiful black gown with net around her hands and shoulders. Her sight was such, it would make anyone fall in love with her instantly. She was a part of a secret society called as the  Council of Nine , where they worshiped “SATAN” They believed that the Devil represents the mirror image of goodness. People loved him because he doesn't really want to torment your soul for eternity. He liberates you from this material world and takes you into his realm. Scarce who witnessed him, sung glories of his fascinating and irresistible pull. That night was remarkable because the fallen angel had chosen Emma as his new upcoming mistres

                                                                                  The-Fight-She-Fought-Alone She poses a face that’s not her.  She keeps beautifying the outer self, to conceal the breakage endured on the inside.  She embraces the unknown, to delight the ones who are flawed. Why is her guardian angel still dormant?  Has almighty created a solace, who possesses the potency to heal her wrecked soul. This is not how the law of nature works.  Eroding her to the core. She is clueless of god’s plan, dint know she warrior in her clan. _____________________________________________                                             #Twin Flames He anticipates the occurrence of an everlasting bond, arriving in the most beautiful robe. He infallibly dreamt of writing his destiny with hers. "Somewhere in the parallel universe" She awaits him....She's a bird of free will. Flying hastily, crossing boundaries which provide

          O n the pond of the drifting mind, came a feathered friend from memory lane. Refreshing the traces which were erased since an epoch. Somewhere in depths, he sheltered those impressions with a hope that the universe will return him back his possession. His plight was similar to that nestling, who wants to fly in the ravishing sky, but has no wings. His expedition will pursue and so will hers. Covertly, showcasing the never-ending want of dreaming until their wish turns into reality.

  With inflamed eyes he looked at the manifestation that stood in front of him. Even his clone dreaded his appearance. He dressed every day for a celebration called homicide. Mayhem is where he belonged. His Fate was to inflict pain where ever he walked, in fact he breaded on it. Hatred for the human race was just, because he was badly broken once.