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Are we still aware that we have a soul? Maybe it is lost somewhere in the void searching its way through the darkness to the world which have millions of little fragments of our heart lying around in the graveyard of feelings. Our soul weeps sitting down on the gravestone and the innumerable pain we bleed from our hearts shine in the darkness  just like fireflies. They are lighting up the darkness isn't it? Just so little to make the path barely visible, but that is enough to guide the lost soul through faded eternal promises, countless memories and also the lost battles. In the wake of terror the soul find its solace in nurturing the heart and making it more stronger. He is ready to embrace the challenges ahead as well as to bear with the torments. Looking up at the fireflies he wonders, “Can the heart exist without the soul?”

You were deceitful as well as cunning, yet every time, we thought destiny was in our hands, the false illusion you presented captivated us and helped us masquerade our feelings to betray ourselves. Why is it so strong? No physical attachment has ever been so strong as not to break after so many attempts. But our bond was the strongest. I try to pull myself back from the maze but wherever I run, I come face to face with you. My fear within drives me to explore deep into the unknown. Inside the void of your soul, where I can hear your frantic screams of despair. But this time I smirk. Just a twitch of lips, which I’m sure will freeze your blood and your make your heart go cold. It’s not about saving, it’s about survival. We fight wars to survive, not triumph in glory. We have always been a loner fighting for our space in the world. Then baby why be a knight in shining armour?

You are in despair? Maybe it is desperation. You are desperate for the limelight, and eager to occupy the centre stage, where all the eyes will be upon you, and the façade you will wear at that time, will buy every emotions, running through the veins of those people. We cannot call it fake, because you never had anything real. The dirty little games, the lust and the adrenaline rush of the moment pulls you more in, in the cage of your own sins. You never ever pause to look back at those innocent lives you destroyed, yet you are the mightiest to survive among them. What are you seeking for? The power of destruction or the power of redemption? You float in your success, not even afraid of sinking in. You are the god in your satiric world. Soon your mind is in agony. The limelight and the centre stage have long gone, and all that remains is the skeleton of your deceptive success. The sins of your deed chases you like a ghost day and night, and this ...

                           Have you ever succumbed to your fears?                            Have you ever tried to get past the darkness? Maybe our journey ends right inside the entangled maze, where we kneel down before our fears, denying our soul to pursue what is beyond this blinding darkness. We are creatures driven by the spell of love, lust, and pride which captivates us and prevents us from our potential. We fear what is unknown and beyond our reach. Every darkness is frightful for us and how harder we try we still follow the wrong path. Humans have forgotten how to break free from this spell, which captivates us and drives us, to follow the preconceived way. The moment this spell is broken, we are cursed, and suppressed by millions of others. We are the slaves of our own fears. Where our mind is the almighty and our soul i...

When you are stuck somewhere unable to get out, don't you feel the survival instinct? Can I see the fear in your eyes? Can I ignite your soul and set you free? But, I'm afraid they are just mere fantasies, hiding the truth behind. Don't you realize they are helping you? They are preventing you from facing the hard truth, they are preventing you from the superficial reality, which is harsh, as well as beautiful. The moment you drown yourself, in its beauty truth knocks you from behind, leaving you breathless and let you suffer through pain. They have no mercy nor tolerance, but we have resilience to fight back. Perhaps, this is the strongest weapon we are equipped with. Don't you see yourself running through the maze, every time you close your eyes in search of the last piece of that unsolved puzzle? Do you still climb those endless stairs, being chased by your fears? You feel as if you are sinking right into the ground. Footsteps turns heavy and its almost...

WRITER- Amrita Bhattacharya There are wild hopes and dreams and allure aspirations and obstacles, there are many disappointments and betrayals and love and warmth. These make up a day. But what happens in my case? It never seems to me my emotions cloud my judgements. It's as if I'm in a black void under water and I can't seem can't speak, if I open my mouth, I'll sink and die. There are fishes floating? No, it's little round things, some not even round, some are just letters or words, Woah, it's everything that bothers me. These are but my emotions, unlike you, I can't realise what they really are. It's like seeing all of them which is making me vulnerable yet not being able to see them as if--- as if my hands want to stretch and get hold of them, but my mind is too lost to send the impulse. I then see the shapeless emotions and feelings joining and becoming something meaningful or maybe something not so. They become a human, and when it looks a...

Every time she touched his skin, a shiver ran down his spine and he felt cold and happy at the same time. The adrenaline rush and the happiness of the moment made everything more vibrant. Everything was perfect, perhaps more than it seems. Life was on a high. His life revolved around her and her's around his. They were the perfect couple everyone longed for and everything was like a daydream. They battered through every storm together and every time, the world tried to push them apart they came closer, more and more until their worlds collide into one. But, amidst the happiness they didn't even realise that sadness was hiding in the dark corner waiting to pounce upon. He never realised how catastrophically it would change his life, perhaps tear him apart and make him a living corpse. The demons robbed him of all his emotions and he was left in the oblivion cold and naked with silence screaming through the darkness. His cries were muffled by the scream of silence and ...