Literature is the only place where the past, present and the
future blend. Yet we often search our yesterdays to embellish the leaves.
Efflorescence of reminiscences either mirthful or pungent may be there.
Whatever mellifluent it be, at last creates a nostalgic pain in the heart and
torrid memories may become a consolation or a reminder. It is the irony of the
time. Each literary work is unique. That uniqueness itself is its signature. It
is not just a way of writing but the whole attitude and life reflect in it. Here
I leave my signature… humble yet earnest.
The Angel Who Fell In Love With A Demon
Once an angel fell in love with a demon That pristine love kindled his emotions He became more and more refined by this love As time passed their love blossomed Being an inmate of Hell, he was forbidden to love an angel And for an angel it was a sin For Hell always waged war with Heaven Nevertheless the lovers made frequent trysts But one day both of them were caught red-handed The Lord of the hell banished him to earth for sometime The God of the heaven tried the angel And put a curse on her That she should live a life on the earth Both the angel and demon born on the earth Without knowing anything about the past Years passed And at the inception of their youth, They met each other They were bound together by the aura of love They loved, loved and loved again And they got married They were contented even in their hard times And they spread light around them And helped the helpless and hapless But their sojourn on the earth was about end And at an appointed time the the death came Th
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