Akashitoras pen..

       Am I the first breath  in your mornings.. And the last thought in your couch?? Am I  the soul curry in your hurry burry Am I the tool of salvation  you tuck?? Rugg it,  tuck it to your heart.. Dnt you ever splash  much!!! Let it flow free Let it flow bright Let it speak volume Let it rob your might Am I your sound of silence?? Am I your frustration?? Am I your contemplation?? Am I your wrong notion?? Let it pass by  unseen. Let it fly and soar high in the sly Let it not be buried in small  little lies!! Am I the tool of pretention ?? Or Am  I the ghost in disguise?? Am I the light in the darkness?? Am i the riddle in the mist?? Am I the pledge of a query?? Am i your today and tomorrow?? And the mirror of your search? ? Let it show.. Let it Shaw Let it itch like blisters.. Let it cast a spell... Am I still the ghost forbidden?? Or the delight of your dream?? Am I the chunk...

    Got glued to the most talked about episodes of"Delhi Crimes"in Netflix .A revisit to the" Nirbhaya " horror infested the most talked about "Daar and Dard"within each one of us!! How on earth humane could stoop down to do demonic!! How on earth we have to live  in limbo in  the midst of   extremes of misery and hope both.??Why the good soul normally face the trial of  pain and ugly one escalate with victory! !         Yes. One tale of tragedy might drag us to down memory lane of tragedies we few encountered earlier!! Human mind react and recall fast.  Suffering and pain  has no gender. One who suffer could actually reflect the pain of the other in the most intricate way..  Or one who's way compassionate can only  fight for the victims is a fact.        Yes.. with a numbness in my chest after watching.. "#Delhi Crimes. "I had gone back to my past. I usually  keep it caged in my zon...