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Whatever it was, it wasn't a day of monsoon as far as I vividly remember. The weather had been yet cold again, kind of like the days in winter. Well, not too cold. It was the sun, staying hideous behind the clouds as if it was scheming something. I personally find this kind of weather intriguing. It represents melancholy and peacefulness like the two sides of the same coin. Sometimes, the latter one lacks in my vision. Sadness takes over, but why does the peacefulness not completely leave, I wonder. Now, to each their opinion, I always repeat. Some may hate this preference of mine. I don't hate sunny days. In fact I find it fascinating too. Now there, not trying to put this two-tongued talk to take over. Please don't blame me. I don't know how I feel anymore, in a sense. See right there, I just went on to be a hypocrite again. It is not that I don't feel. I do and a lot more than you think I would. I just sometimes refuse to accept them, sometimes they refuse t...

Okay, now BBA and BLAS 1st  semester group have planned a trip to Chitlang. It kind of feels weird (you know, 1st sem., different faculties, no tight friendship). But if anyone from BBA is reading this, I want to let you know that I love you guys. Me, I am an awkward guy, I don't socialize with everyone easily. So, I think I will just stick with my friend from my faculty. Friends from BBA, again, I love you too. It's 8 o' clock. The bus just started now. Satyam with me in a two man row seat.  He asked me for a poem for him to rap it.  Expecting to see Prabin on kalanki. 8:30 and Prabin caught our bus 9 o' clock We reached Thankot. Me along with Zutima, Pooja and Akankshya were left behind. We're being guided by Rohit (model) sir. 9:20 and we caught up to our funtoosh group (Anish, Elena, Laxman, Prabin and Satyam). 10 o' clock The way is so damn interesting, from wide pedestrials to narrow bushes. The bush path was so sexy that if one falls down fr...

                            Remember when I said I had killed a rose? was today the anniversary I went to its graveyard, when it rose, suddenly blossomed like a nursery and it spoke, Did you miss me? I'm haunting you. Do you see the beauty I'm flaunting through? You say you now prefer thristles to me?? You're the biggest hypocrite to be Watch me dance sexily I know you can't resist me, see I see your willy standing up willy-nilly I looked down, only to see blood coming out Rose, the talk of the town I only see blood coming out from down there Not white, but red one Its not fair The rose is for you, said none - Why don't I see pus coming out?? Does my willy share just bloodsheds and tears Blood is similar not to lipstick she smears but bullets and spears that slash victims, they tear that slash victims, they tear She led this victim to tear She made this victim to tear Rose, she laugh...

                                         Who wouldn't want to become famous? Not you? Well, I'm dreaming of becoming one. "Dreaming" , that makes a perfect sense. I dream of becoming successful, but then I find myself on my bed, clock shows 6 A.M. in the morning, my friend pulling my sleeve with an angry look on his face " Wake up man, I hate that alarm tone on your phone." . You google " how to be famous" and open wiki how and first thing it suggests is you need to be confident, passionate and what not. And I'm like WHAT THE HELL!! Then, an idea struck me. Ek idea jo badalde aapki duniyaa. The stupid idea was, creating a facebook page and becoming successful. At the first thought, I was like HAHAHAHAHA!!! But then I said to myself ; " Bill gates too must've had pretty stupid thoughts. Go create a facebook page, become famous and hang out with him like brothers from another moth...

                                  https://www.planetdeadly.com/human/incredible-nuclear-explosion-photos Lost in the wave of destruction, Lost the way of deduction, Expanded, exploded, Ants are a couple of glocks reloaded, But Nuclear elements make elephant. Lost in the wave of destruction, Lost in the way of destruction, Won that way of destruction. Unknown that, Man, Lost in the way, Lost, in the grave, graves. Losing, the great, The great, losing his way. Using the grape juice, spill on the eyes, It hit the wrong place. Was it a plan? All but those human hands do wrong, But what's controlling is brain. Soldier dies, They watching his grave, Hiding behind are Great, Lost in the way, Lost in the grave, I eat the soil 6 feet deep from underground. A zombie, Posing as great, Possessing the greats, The REAL ones. Bombard the explosion of love, killing the hate....

Saw a man dead pillow red "We won't allow your raid" the extremists said. "Who says pen over guns? Guns paint rose red. Red dead great." the extremists said. "Life gives you lemons. Lemons dead." the pessimists said. I write this book of rhymes. Books, no feeling,books not feeling. I feel the book. But books not feeling.Abstract. Personification at the finest, it does not speak yet, abstract. Open up your top, mo:mo:, your flour but no filling.Abstract. You see yourself on a fast lane, let me walk slow on fast track, still abstract. Sky is tumbling, guns with red hand falling, pen with red blood falling Blood tastes like lemon though. I gave them my book to read and they remarked, "This book spoke though." "You're the one that makes me"; mo:mo: barked. "You're leading them, so be careful, walk slow" , you know who spoke.

Was brought back to life, by blissful orthodox, Then foresaw this society Robot cops Government  dogs I'm ignorance, I'm paradox No food stamps, feed lies flavour of variety Overflow of passion, or ridiculed with suicidal thoughts, lack of compassion, and they're your boss Strive for the conquest philosophical contest All these human lies Is philosophy your food, when you're this kid from Africa? My problem's never serious Your stupidity should die, it never could. Maybe you'll stop crying When you're country's a Syria GET IT?? YOU'RE SERIOUS? But ... Let us all be Buddha.