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Gift

A smile and a decent call, You approached and I couldn't help but fall. Is it me or are you A wonderwall? A nervous step but a sudden urge, Eyes that shine make me submerge. That blue dress, no make up. Just the sparkling eyes looking up. A short talk and an awkward pause, Finding ways to connect the dots. Oblivious to the world,  We let our own space unfurl. A question I asked that maybe I shouldn't have. Enjoy it while it lasted, the few moments we had. You went elsewhere and I went somewhere, I watched you walk away, powerless to make you stay. I curse myself, my best part removed from me. But when I saw your smile, I felt elated for you were free. At last you were free. This is love, That white dove It flies away into the horizon, Free bird now free of poison. -

Unflow

And these thoughts flutter endlessly; Raining on this terrain, Engaged and provoked they could burst into flames. Epiphanies on us are revealed, yet, Basking in knowledge, that our past generation has left. Lower we go, underneath the parade; Over the base i could see, Veering to and fro, not afraid; Every angel descends to commemorate; Sudden death of love, just made the heavens quake. Riled up horses line the fence, I look at them and realise I'm on the mend. Definitely, the answers we need are in number quite immense, As far as we can, our truth we will defend.

DOUBT

It wouldn't actually matter for thoughts to be unaware My fault is it maybe or is it that I've caught myself in a self affair. No one would believe us, they've been taught too well. I wish they'd seen us Before they stuck on us, their label. Maybe it's for the worst nothing they could do could make us fit. We're not just misfits we're Unfit even for the fittest misfits. Believe me, if you will they can't control themselves or their surroundings There probably won't be a result from these continuous houndings. And yet I find this fact astounding We're all side by side; all alone yet standing. It's as if we are bound with chains, I wished that they could ever think for our gains. Beaten down with this pain, while unconscious we head down towards memory lane. My question for faith rests on one doubt, Will there be a final account?

A Horrible Choice ft. Your Muse

What happens when there's nothing left to say. When all that was to be said has been spoken and all that was never spoken would be a secret. The death of art occurs at this point. The point that's not to be crossed at any cost. Where there are no ideas, where innovation is an impediment to survival, where death inhibits the living. The place where imagination and unreality turn true. The true definition of a writers block, death of an artist, or a post apocalyptic world where the people lose their minds because they're not able to create. Creativity is not just a job for people, for some its a matter of life and death. If they don't create, they might die. Not because of any romantic claim towards their work but purely because the ghost of the muse haunts them day and night. Refusing to relieve their hosts until they're satisfied. They come in the shape of ideas, situations, inspirations. All the work of these demons trying to possess the souls of countless innoc...

A Perpetual State of Dread

My mind gazed with its eyes and there, distant yet near it could see, with immense fear, a dark fleece encircling slowly, stalking without sentiment and feeling. Gradually it advanced taking its time, for my mind had nowhere to run or hide. it gazed silently in that perpetual state of dread, as it came, nearer, nearer and nearer. it came so close, my mind could feel the darkness, captivating and compelling. Until it realised it was one with it. It took some time, for it to understand, as to why these thoughts were banned. He realised he was one with it now, forever to be damned. No matter its tries they failed against the might of the great dark fleece, as he felt a million thoughts racing through him random knowledge and random scenes, compiled to make his being corrupt. All such awful things till i was sure that my mind would erupt. Soon i could feel it leave my mind. seizing the seizures and disrupting the thoughts. i landed back gradually, in my peacef...

Addiction

In my short life I have come to a conclusion that addiction is a very important part of everyone's lives. I'm not saying that it's a good thing. I'm just saying that it's a road often travelled by and most people have been through it in some time or part of their lives and mind you I'm not talking about drugs or alcohol or any particular activity anyone does to get high. What I'm talking about is the general idea of addiction,the actual idea of relieving themselves from the troubles of life by the intake of something or the other, it can be of any type, general things like sleeping or food and sometimes serious activities like murder, rape, stealing etc. It can also be the pursuit of something. It always has a certain reaction, for example a bike rider always has a chance for an accident no matter how good he is, a foodie will get fat unless he/she would work out. That's just a law of nature, consequences are severe, no matter how hard we try to fool our...

Atheism

ATHEISM This article is all about TRUTH and will be a direct statement to atheists also I don’t intend to harm anyone’s religious beliefs. The birth of atheism didn’t really take place yester century. It is quite old, people from all parts of the world have to some extent rejected the existence of God. Although the literal translation on Google relates to the non-belief in deities it does go down to the wire of non-belief in God himself. The first time when you research about atheism or come across an atheist, you would see a cold sneer developing on his face as he goes about with an air of superiority around him, holding himself like a Greek prince thinking that these people are below me who believe in mere gods and goddesses. Just yesteryear as I sat in my literature class a lively discussion arose about the existence of God and whether the universe was created or we were always there in a steady state [the theory that the universe always existed and time is an infinite factor, su...