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Miracle plays in life were the  plays that never happened. Getting into the false hope that life would get better, we decided to go with the flow and let time heal our bruises scattered all over our soul as a materialistic temptation and hate. Actually, those bruises were the inevitable ones, I remember. Death and bruises in the soul are alike, at least for me. In the aforementioned case, I had known I would be left bruised and have my heart trampled sooner or later. Then, the pain strruck suddenly, without a warning. Just before the death, I remember killing everyone around me for my inner peace. I can never go to heaven.

Hunted by the devils, tried to run Elaborated art of perfection leads to god being run over by demons, god of earth, moon blocking the sun rocket science speed changes earth into a ball of fire, ball of fur melts into ice cold "purrrrrrrrrr" with a furious sound Making me run on the fast lane I take all the flavours out of it, having fun being chased my burning feet don't phase me, lazy one that turned into traces of souls trying to escape away arranges the soul, and make it compound A soul, a black soul, burning fire of hell, my black soul, eaten by the devilish world Put in sale, foul smell of satan wondering if he found his gem evil grin, mine, but Satan's scared if he gets eaten alive, in broad day-light, oh there isn't one, Satan hallucinates, warm purrrrrrrrr licking me smiles, as the satan cries fire dries, revives as black flames, deprived of love deprived of hate deprived of anger deprived of fear ...

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....