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GUILTY!!! A silent tear slipped off her cheek, No moan, no weep, just as much as meek, Neither the gaping world, nor the so called ‘society’, Noticed her pain, her fear, her anxiety. She transformed her tear, she transformed herself, And added it to her collection of pearls. But Hell!!! The world too transformed itself. They now wanted to play with her curls. They played, They used, They ‘enjoyed’. And when they were bored, they dumped her. They dumped her, into the nullah , on the side of highway. There she laid, uncovered, in pains(both mental and physical), No tears, just shocked, almost dead. And the judgement was the last nail in her dead bed. The so called ‘society’ judged her “Guilty” against their “mistake”. Was that a result of her sins in her past life? Or it was a mistake of Creator(who created her)? Is it what she was created for? Is it what she existed for? Was she really GUILTY???

Not just a piece of paper. Some noblest of feelings, Some noblest of thoughts. And all such noble things, Came together to draft a Billet-doux.   The message of love, So sweet and simple- I’m in love, In love with you. I’ll be there, To stand with you. No matter you care or not, No matter you share or not, But I’ll be there, always, Standing beside you. I’m in love, In love with you. Though it’s for nought, Yet, I love you.   All such words repeated, All over again. Red and pink hearts, drawn, All over again. Packed with care, paper Smelled of roses. A beautiful message, For the most beautiful one, With a bunch of roses.   A piece of paper, So noble, so holy. Whatever it’s fate, Let it be. Whatever the reply, Let it be. I respect the choice, Let it be. But, I’ll love on, Love Eternity.     

Hidden from the world, And the people out there. Somewhere in corner, Into a folder in there. Lies, your photographs. Into the folder, Are some rare pictures, Stolen images, Smuggled display pictures. Yeah, those are, your photographs. Whenever I feel low, Or excited about something. I opened the folder, And told them everything. Then feel proud of it, I'm a silly being! All thanks, to your photographs. Many times you smiled, Or frowned for me. Gave me advises, or Told, Let it be! You lived in there, In your photographs. Though I wished you presence, You want my absence. And if that makes you happy, I'll miss your presence. But, I'll live you, in your photographs. I'll love you, in your photographs.

There is a price for everything. Love, the noblest emotion and the purest feel, comes with a price, which is so high that not everyone experiences its luxury. Love is a permanent part of our lives, from birth to death and mother to friends. We expect love and care from everyone around, either them be our family members, neighbor or friends. But, the love that completes you, comes second to mother’s. It’s an universal truth, n so it is, that MOTHER’S LOVE IS THE GREATEST LOVE . The second, is what we search for. And the quest ends beautifully, with a luxurious price. Other than money on their extravagant needs, you pay some other prices. Those include- 1     TIME You can make excuses to your mom, but not to your partner. If they need you to be with them, that means, You fuckin need to be there!!! Time is like water to your growing relationship. Actually, it isn’t the price, it’s an investment into future of relationship.