A good nice face turns weird,
An eye blinks with the clock,
And with each tick-tock,
A devil makes its way and walk.
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Somewhere, a voice calls, in the depths of my heart.
May I always be dreaming, the dreams that move my heart.
So many tears, of sadness, uncountable through and through,
I know on the other side of them, I’ll find you.
There was this boy…who sat down, in a breezy night under the sky…
Don’t know why,
Ashamed or afraid of looking up to anyone…eye-to-eye…
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This is a true story. In fact, I’ll prove it, as the tale will end. One normal evening, of early 2010, this kid was feeling kind of bored. Nothing interesting was going on in life. Everything was kind of just the way it was thought to be. No surprises. No extreme moments. So, he ended up opening facebook and getting online on chat. Till midnight, he was online, doing nothing constructive, browsing photos, talking to some friends and nothing else really. Some exams were near but, he was honest in the class and so, didn’t have to worry much about them. Then, as the night grew darker, the people who were online got reducing…
Ultimately, only 3 people were left online in his list. He was close to one of them – Meera. She was like an elder sister. He used to feel good talking with her. So, he clicked her name and they started their chit-chat.
Heat that raised you that day,
Has left, as surroundings went cool..
Now, you have a boat with you,
than the plank you had before…
Hold onto your boat, you try,
to think of it as the plank,
You try to have the heat back,
But fail to fill in the blank.
There’s a song playing in the background
I can listen to it…
Its the song of victory
Alas, it’s not for me.
Some moments ago, I crumbled,
I was beaten, defeated, and shaken,
Now, I am lying on the floor…
So, Today, with a smile, I close my door.
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A little heart came into the fight,
Fought some rookies and won the way through,
Confidence grew up as he climbed,
And i tell you this story is true.
The door gets better each time i smash it….each time i hit it….for the number of holes increases, so does the light. This post belongs to me. That’s the first…
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The story’s about a boy, who was 17 and a half years old. Lets call him Rohit. Rohit knew he had gone to sleep in the living room on the…
6 CommentsI would stretch my body, I’d concentrate for hours, I’d climb up the mountain, I’ll fetch you the flowers When i said it, believe it! I’ll turn myself upside down…
3 CommentsYe Daag jo lag gaya hai chehre par, Shayad kabhi mit nahi payega… Yaad rahega, satata rahega, Aankho mein nami laata rahega… Mazaak udega, sunne ko milega… Sehta rahunga…… Sote,…
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