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Monday, 22 February 2016

Doesn't that sound cool?

Who is really called a writer?


A writer is a person, who can overthink!
They can think of what you think,
They can think of what you will not think,


They can think of you,
They can think of nothing,
They can think of everything,
Literally, they overthink consistently!

They can live alone in a crowd,


They try to be so much social,
And lose the idea of doing that somewhere in the middle,
Because they know or presume, they are boring!


They just observe,
And observe and observe..
Oh my god! They are bad listeners but,
They hear just what they want to hear,
And thus they chew it insanely in the mind!
And reproduce in the white screen with a black letters!

They look into your soul through your eyes,
Fall in and out of love with everything they come across,
They know that they love so intensely with all their heart!
And then, they leave so abruptly!


Because, their pain is so piercing even in that acute happiness,
Because, they know that the moment will end,
And they will be detached in a few seconds!
From their own self! 

They try to be normal!
Just to lead a life like a typical human being!
Like gossiping and having fun,
But in between comes a demon,


So excruciating and compelling,
Like a haunting ghost,
Which feels like more than home to them than their accustomed self,
They allow the demon to take over!
And then become  something,
Others call as a writer.

They write and write and write and do nothing else,
They dream vividly,
Of life and death,
Of love and hope,
And of the things that they want to happen their way,
They compose that in a way,
Where most of the time others need a dictionary to understand!  

In short,
They are a set of dumb a**,
Who think that they are a smart a**!
Past eaters! (Like death eaters in Harry Potter)
A haunted piece of flesh with so much of emotions dumped inside!
And finally a psychopath, 
Who kills themselves several times by reading their work at least thousand times!

Doesn't that sound cool?


Friday, 9 October 2015

It's dangerous!!!

She was walking through the night.
The yellow light from the lamp,
Made her shadow appear ghostly.
The light glowed hauntingly reflecting on her dress.
She looked less human.
Her eyes wandered, searching for someone.



She looked into the trees.
They did not move an inch, for they were afraid,
Not of her, but of her tears.

Suddenly,
She felt a chill on her spine.
She knew the reason.
She found 'that someone' she was searching.
She smiled.
Her eyes searched intensely.
A breeze blew the hair on her face,
She then closed her eyes, allowing the breeze to embrace her.
The trees astonished by what they saw,
Made a 'swish' sound but stopped the second she looked at them.
She then walked away saying "Yes. I do"

His soul wept in the shadow,
For the answer she gave him.
He promised he would never show up.
But his soul stayed, where he met with that terrible accident and left her helpless.
And the trees mourned his sadness.
He stayed just to hear from her once again.
He never left that tree after he died.

For that darkness and the chill never scared her.
She knew he would be waiting for her everyday.
Why else would the breeze ask her, 'Do you still love me?'?
She said to herself , "Yes. Still, I do"
And walked to their home.
Like the day they were walking together after the dinner.
Only to end up losing him.

The man who killed him, was drinking again!
Driving in the dimly lit road.
The tree's 'swish' was heard again.
The breeze blew.
His car now tumbled over a ditch.
The same place where she lost him.
It was never an accident.
There was never a ditch before.

Don't drink and drive. It's dangerous.



He still stands under that tree and watches everyone,
And the breeze blows whenever someone drink and drive,
For his love walks everyday to say him her love.



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