PART1
It has been 3 months since sikandar murdered Roshni...3 months of endless guilt and shame...3 months of repentance...3 months of turmoil...3 months of pain...
as usual...he was walking on the deserted road...it was raining but he was lost in his thoughts...he had come to hate himself...hate the man he'd become...he felt like chopping off his hands...he was a sinner...a murderer...
this wasn't the first murder he'd committed...and yet...this one had changed him...for the better or the worse...he did not know...
Sikandar's POV:
I've come alone and i'll go alone,
yet this loneliness makes me moan and groan,
i wish for the sight of a friendly face,
though i'm not a stranger to life's cruel face.
it feels cold, i'm chilled to the soul,
the darkness is all enveloping like a black hole.
my vision's blurred by the mist,
and the silent silence doesn't assist.
i'm walking down an unknown road,
i feel burdened, my heart heavy with a load.
its the realisation of my crime, the overpowering guilt,
it has rocked my life, destroyed all the ideals i'd built.
my cheeks feel wet, is it the rain or the tears,
my soul mocks me, at me it jeers.
how could i be so avaricious,
to be trapped in a cycle of crime so vicious?
the cycle is that of lies,
of hiding truths to scale the skies.
and look where its got me by the way,
i've the blood of an innocent being on my hands today.
no, not one but actually two,
for i've destroyed myself too.
i don't deserve forgiveness,
and all punishments seem so less.
i'm burning in a self created hell,
whether i'll ever escape, only time can tell.
not a ray of light is reaching me,
i wonder what the eventuality would be.
than to die infinite times before my body departs,
i'd prefer dying just once and then restart.
but no, my sin has doomed me for eternity,
i'll never find peace, nowhere in no city.
for though i'm rich in monetary terms,
i'm as hollow as a nut eaten by worms.
i've very foolishly sacrificed the greatest jewels,
good values and a sound character, life's fuels.
now i realise the futility of this all,
that the greatest joys are from things really small.
i wish i could change my torturous deeds of past,
so that the future could hold happiness vast.
but alas! i have no choice but to endure,
and die an infinite times before a death which is sure.
with each passing moment i get bound in heavier chains,
as i sojourn alone in the darkness through remorse's lanes.
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he was so lost that he didn't notice a speeding truck coming his way...he didn't hear its horn...
the driver tried to avoid him but fate had other plans...the truck sent him flying and his head hit the divider very hard...a crowd gathered around him...his vision got blurred...and before his eyes closed...arjun's face swam into view and then all turned black...
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precap: final convo between arjun and sikandar...
Edited by daydreamer... - 12 years ago
Indian Mythology
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