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She asked me what art of seduction was, I swayed my lips across hers, hers were bleeding. Zillion bars, were falling down as a million stars. Vulnerable as she was, I could mislead it but understood her holy texts, reading, without her speaking. They say, patience dwells on silence mine dwells where she's missing, vulnerable as she was, fell down a million stars, a million stars, vermilion stars, blood dripping, word behind bars. I swayed my lips across hers, hers were bleeding, I gave her my last kiss, goodbye, a poor man taken by the war, run dear, guns are near.

                  Picture credit   http://wallpaper.imcphoto.net/phoenix-pictures.html "Rising up out of the flames like a phoenix." A phoenix keeps on flying, having lived for hundreds of years burns and is reborn from its own ashes. But he, he was just an ordinary bird lost in the path of life, a bird who wanted to fly high and would envy the story of a phoenix. When they met, phoenix would impart immense wisdom on this miserable creature. The phoenix was wise, but he wasn't. He was trying to conquer everything, it wasn't. Having enlightened thousands of souls, it was an exemplary example of a thin air hiding gems, an elixir, a wisdom, but the ordinary one was lost in the thing called life. Millions of souls changed, but he didn't, he just kept on burning. For he always had one wish : for his ashes to fly high, the highest. He was a story of the bird that flew away. Being a bird of an an unknown species, he still looked same as...

Oh man I'm writing this. All the laziness that had taken over is being gradually exorcised. "Wake up , you lazy ass"; my dad scolds me, "You're so damn lazy" ; my mom frets. Couple of months back ,when I asked my friend for suggestion to put this laziness into dump , he was like; " Man , can't you see me relaxing? Making my brain work on this boring topic. Laziness is so cool ,so stop your whining ". The same guy was asking me as of why he couldn't get a girlfriend. Ok,  I don't have one either. Some of you don't. But why the hell am I bringing up this topic? Ah man, my chest hurts.   *remembers he has no girlfriends, cries in the corner* So this is me Atmajyoti (my name is wierd all right ... but I'm over it already) from Nepal. I was thinking of writing something since ages. The tomorrows'd been increasing day by day. But I was unable to write, not because I was having a writer's block but because I was too lazy to ...