The house is empty. The doors and windows are locked. Some thin-armed children, flat-chested, are slipping. Got you, how can you hide from me?
There was a big box lying between the 2 trees which were not fallen yet . May be whatever was inside THE BOX was the only reason that trees were standing tall.
She smiled heartily at him and hugged him. Zahira assumed he missed her and she held his arm close and asked him why he never confessed that he loved her so much.
Came late night, the Devil went into Girish’s tent. What transpired, no one knew. The Devil was still sprightly when he came out,
He stood there in front of me, like before, The same poor face, no more no less. I couldn’t make out of what just happened, Could only stare at him,muscles flexed and brows tightened.
But I would need strength for that. Powerful though I was…I was still insignificant compared to Him. My realm fed me…but I would need to feed more.
He was practically luring me into it and I could not stand the lust of it. It was dangerous but if I go through this I’ll be forever living the dream.
This Hindi poem highlights the inner feelings of the Heart of a beloved where she was cursing Her Heart and blamed it to be a sinful one, which again and again let Her closer to Her Lover.
That’s what she thought but somewhere she knew he was true. She was a woman of religion and she believed in the existence of such like the devil.
THE legend has it that parajith a devil was killed by sarvayana the son of the gods and saved the world from destruction and he was then buried in an volcano