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Stoner...2

Remains of the being, Haunting each attempt to relive, Battered wits, no trails left behind, Walking this long now,  The effort seems wasted,  You seem wasted. Beaten, The superficiality of it all, Excelling, taunting,  Robbing you off you, Bartering away,  The very soul that was touched. The stolen glances, All a cliché to her numb mind, The imperfections, evident, It shone, he shone,  Like gold against sand, Looking of dew, and,  Smelling of light. She needed the bartered soul, For it to be touched again, Long had she forgotten, Her deal with the devil,  Yes, she wept,  For there was nothing, That could be warmed in her. Holding her by the shoulders,  He grasped the play of her vision, He parted a part, Of his being with her, Walking on, as life gave way, Assured, She had a part of him. See you around, fellas. Happy, for once, Ak.

I Like To Move It, Move It!

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Hola! Awesomeness be bestowed. Bleh. I've been making no sense in life, not that I'm superlatively vella.  Ajay  and  Diwita , both awarded me with Liebster Award. Yay! And I'm sorry for posting about it late, because well, you know, college is over, so I didn't assume a reason to check my mails. Ha! Selfish ass, you. Anyhoo!  Diwita's Ajay's                            Such lovelies! :* Ajay's. 1. Thank the bloggers and link back. Done. 2. Okay, so since he didn't ask questions, I'm going to act lazy and act like there isn't anything to do. But no, really. You're one of my most loyal followers, and you've really help me better. Thank you. Diwita's. 1. Thanked the blogger. 2. Diwita's questions.  1. Because it seemed to be the right place to vent my feelings, whatsoever they maybe. 2. Batman and Ironman. 3. I tripped over on a staircase in front of an entire bunch of fourth years, with

The Chronicles of April Levesque...VII

You can read the previous parts  here . Just scroll down for parts I-VI. "April, we're still married, if that's what you need me to spell it out to you. And right now, we're to leave for my home. For the weekend, my father has organised a celebration in honour of my sister's marriage. It's about time you met my family." She felt as if she would faint, "What?" "It's been too long since you've been away from me, cero.  Time has come to make the world meet my wife." * For the following morning Duardo instructed his bodyguard for their departure. Seeing colour drain from April's face, he kicked himself in the gut thinking this was the second time he was pushing her over an entire cliff of trouble. What was it about her that elevated her to an altogether different level, a level no women had reached up to he'd met all his life. She still sat there, at the corner of the bed, sinking, and she looked lik

मैं उसे जानता हूँ, फिर भी मैं उसे नहीं जानता.....

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With the wind blowing through the feeble quip in the glass, she continued to flip through the primal sides of her grandmother's   diary. Every time she crossed it, it's whiff sent her about for a toss. Although manners had taught her to impart people their share of privacy considering she was a private person herself, she couldn't refrain from opening it. There was always a stillness that surrounded her each time she fondled it. Leathery, tattered, tanned, it's yellowed pages compelled her to consume each word into her soul like they meant something to her. Slowly unleashing each page of the diary, like unlocking a chest full of jewels filled Maya with excitement. Encountering each day of her grandmother's, she laughed because for Maya her grandmother was an enigma, who had all the time for adventures in her life. Until one page caught her attention. Emptying the contents of the page into her mind, Maya tried emptying them into her little sphere of belief too, but

Bas Ho Gaya Yaar!

I don't know I'm bugged. Tomorrow will be the third exam in a row without any preparatory leave. I'm in no mood of studying. And most definitely not Surveying and Levelling. After an entire year of just working and not studying, I've perpetually forgotten how to study and write papers. I just want the next weekend to come running towards me so that I can be a free bird for once, and do whatever the hell I like. For TWO WHOLE FREAKING MONTHS. I'll sleep, eat, click, write, smoke, drink, repeat.  Until then, I'll study, blog, talk, eat, study, laze, repeat.  Later. Craving Big Chill,  Ak.

Oh, C'mon!

Over-powering, superiority, loud outlook - it's all a part of hidden insecurities. I've seldom prided myself on being secure, per se. I'd be lying if I said I never feel insecure. But I sure pride myself on not hiding them by superiority complexes, for once. I'm not weak, contrary to what a lot of people believe. I've been made to feel all the time that I fuck relationships up. People even forget that I've been kindling relationships for as long as 15 years now. Disheartening, that not everyone can know everything about you. Not that I'm assuming for it to happen, I surely treasure my privacy. Only that perhaps people would stop judging for once.  Human Settlements exam tomorrow.  Still lots to go.  Sleepy, and bored, Ak. 

Stoner

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You know the time you feel you're your only person, and your head can't be repeated and you're the only zombie that there is? I'm not a simple and easy person to deal with. People find awesomeness by some God's wish to be enticing. And what this awesomeness is supposed to be imitating I don't know. Probably magnetic. But one thing I've learnt is that the more people crib, and complicate themselves, the more people are drawn towards them.And trust me, I've seen some brilliant examples of it - live. I don't consider a lot among our race to be living with the same mindset as me. And even lesser than that who actually understand it. For someone like me who's amazingly friends with a lot of people, I'm astonishingly lonely and aloof and highly insecure. And this has N number of times affected my judgements, and clouded my vision. But somebody, with a mind equally weird, with an attitude equally cynic, and a heart equally turbulent, made me realize