The Self and self-created characters. BY MANSI KOHLI.

At times you are so confused and diffident that you don't even know what actually you want. You can’t differentiate between right and wrong. Your own character becomes diminished in front of the characters you have created.
NIGHTMARE EXISTS, grows, feeds, become monsters, and eat our minds out, make us insane only when we ourselves spoonfeed them. May the victim feel its impossible to get rid of it or with time, he may think that these may be a part of his life, may run here and there for help. The truth is that everything is in his own hands that he wants to feed these characters who are enemies of his own self-existence or help himself out of these absolute delusions.
The dilemma is that people for thier own existence, to kill their emptiness, give birth to these delusions when you are crazy about proving yourself; when you know that you are the only one who is right. When everybody sees you in a miserable way and you find yourself different than the normal rut, you begin to create your own world.
As per your needs, you make characters and kill characters, feed them, grow them and even kill them only to reach that state, where you can say that it’s yours. You get so fanatic that during this process of reaching to a conclusion, you go on feeding the disease within you.
It’s for your own personal existence, you fight for survival, but the process is so harsh that it completely dilutes your character. A time comes when you are so confused and diffident that you don’t even know what actually you want. You begin to forget things. You can’t differentiate between right and wrong. Your own character becomes diminished in front of the characters you have created. That’s where the evil appears, but then, a person who can distort himself for his will to reach Self, beauty and eternity can only gain strength and can reach to a composition, which cannot be unwound ever again.

"how terrorism feels?" by MANSI KOHLI

Agony and defeat they can be so bitter sweet coupled with the fear we hold inside oh so dear. Never to let go , never to be free as if the cancer was plain to see . It takes our breathe and leaves us at a loss for words it makes all reality seem ironicly obscure It confuses our thoughts makes it hard to think then it gives us a sarcasticly simple wink . It laughs to our face amplifies our fears it knows all to well these words we wish not to hear . It takes our sanity it clouds the light we all know the truth that this is not right . We stab ,we slice , we throw the knife but to no avail we lose yet another life .