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Buried deep within The memories galore Staring the pain with a grin Sorry, I want it no more! Arrested like a prisoner Caught up in a stone henge Or it can be a misnomer To whom I should avenge? Died many times, born seldom Has left me nothing but stupefied Dusk is gone, dawn is welcome But fast, before I get mummified Saving it for the another day The process has begun to mend A request to you to light my way Let the darkness and light blend Like a bullet this mind has become Doors are locked from within But neither I'm witty nor dumb How long it has been? Hard to sleep, harder to wake up I am still in the state of dizziness Its a request to shake me up Its best to be in a state of busyness! Click here to read Blind Trust?

Succumbed to the pain With nothing to gain Tried hard to adjust To live by this lust Swept pass all seasons With or without reasons Never blinked an eye Whether I live or I die Smothered by fake expectations Missed a lot of stations Approached by several opportunities All blown up by your soulless communities Lived it enough, lived it all Summer to winter, spring to fall Past all the truhs and betrayals I have painted this portrayal Prayed every single moment You can't stand my foment? Sorry for being so dumb I already feel so numb   Like the cuckoo sings When it loses its wings And now, time is to remind This trust is already blind!

Caught up by the moon As we tried to sneak Yes, it has to pique But can't wait for noon Hiding in the shadows Creating a perfect picturesque Words may be very few Let's relax in the meadows Your auburn hair Kissed my face I only want to embrace So beautiful, I swear Touch so benign The burning desires Lighting up the fires Is this a sign? With the truth I abide Warm breaths colliding Let the moon watch this hiding Till you are by my side

Note: This part is in continuation. Please read first part, Why fear your own shadow? and second part, Dim Haze of Mystery , the third part Bringing Back The Broken Pieces Together , the fourth part Sometimes, you have to start from the beginning and the fifth part Silence must be heard before reading this part. "I want you to keep an eye on both of them, Jadhav." Shrikant rose from his chair. He started walking. This is getting out of my hands now! Jadhav interrupted between his thoughts, "Sir, I guess we should look at the evidences once again deeply. I am sure we would find some connection between the two." This irritated Shrikant even more. He had gone through all the evidences several times. "Alright, you may go ahead with that. But before that, let's discuss the case happenings from the beginning."  "Mohanlal was found dead in his bedroom." Shrikant spoke up. "The unusual thing we saw was that his daughter, A

Relax, it's not the financial stuff I am going to talk about here today. It is related to that indirectly, though. Recently, I was going through the concepts of finance (revising them as I haven't touched them since last 2 years or so). As I was going through the financial statements and their analysis, I came across the Balance Sheet. Balance Sheet is the actual snapshot of the company as it tells the people as well as the owners of how the company performed. It is compiled at the end of every financial year. During the study of the various components of the Balance Sheet, a thought sneaked into my mind. I smiled on the thought. The thought was, 'We humans are so clever. We listen to the things which we want to listen and ignore the rest!' For an example, consider this fact. You never start your day till you have read the horoscope for the day. You have a strong intuition that your day would go just great! You read the horoscope in a daily newspaper. The differen

Love me or hate me Closer to you I will be Take me as a friend or foe How far could I go? Formed among the masses But slowly burnt to ashes Whether known or unknown But without you, I am alone A participant in the play For both virtue and sin, I pay With a purpose or simply mooned* I always try to stay attuned Digging deep within, I pray During the times I felt grey Seldom losing the balance While living in silence When I listen to a faint heart beat Through the victories and defeat Passed by the aching night Facing with all my might Tired of this suffering Need some buffering I plead to drown me slowly Before I am absorbed wholly Whether its a storm or a mild rustle Or even if I twitch a muscle I will wait for you like a stone I promise, I will be there all alone Love me or hate me Closer to you I will be Take me as a friend or foe How far could I go?

Note: This part is in continuation. Please read first part, Why fear your own shadow? and second part, Dim Haze of Mystery , the third part Bringing Back The Broken Pieces Together and the fourth part Sometimes, you have to start from the beginning before reading this part. Shrikant sat back on his sofa in deep contemplation. Ishaan was being interrogated at the headquarters; Jadhav was taking care of all. Shrikant was contemplating the sequence of events that took place since the beginning of this case. He wanted to know the one playing a ruse on him. First, it was Vivaan; he died of the car accident. Second, Mohanlal was found dead in his own home with his daughter relaxing in the lawn. The verse written on the mirror was a part of the screenplay she wrote during her college days. Then, the car got stolen. A thief sneaks in, breaks into the Almirah and steals Mohanlal's gun. Lastly, this guy, Ishaan comes into the picture. Now he will help us to solve this myste