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If you woke up early, To see the sun rise If you were lucky enough, To watch someone smile If you treated someone with love, And if you were nice If you cheered up someone Who was low If you started a new friendship With your foes If you noticed the stars shine And the moon glow If you listened to the music by rivers; By their flow If you watched the birds fly If you shared a piece of pie- With a street guy If you showed a way to someone lost If you managed to smile Against all odds If you sang a beautiful song If you were honest, all day long If you were good to everyone you met And relieved someone out of pain Then CONGRATS! your day didn't go in vein!

Why on earth is love so powerful? 

I don't understand why most of the time people make selfie jokes. Selfie isn't a joke. It ain't a fucking joke -_- Sorry, I got a bit emotional. Selfie is a way of my life. And it doesn't feel so good when people talk shits about your way. About your life.  So, this is basically written for all the selfie haters who have once in their lifetime ..NO! more than once in their lifetime have taken selfie, have pouted in front of camera and have written stupid captions in their photo. I don't think they hate the trend of selfie. They hate their goddamn photos. If they knew about retrica they wouldn't.  Anyway, taking selfie takes lots of skills, techniques, practise and above all - it takes lot of determination and courage. Every single time when I take a selfie, I am well prepared for it's consequence and comments. A well timed pout, a well powered face (Now a days, you don't need this Retrica does it for you), and that's just not it, matching...

Ever since I had talked to her, the only thing I've ever wanted, was to express my feelings towards her. It's strange; although it had been a year we knew each other, I never felt anything for her. We were just friends. Good friends actually. Yes, we used to chat with each other on Facebook, liked each other's pictures on Instagram and tweeted about each other on tweeter. But, I've never had feelings for until the day we actually met each other. Anyway, we had an awkward first meeting, and maybe that's the only reason I felt something for her. A week ago, we actually met each other and got to know each other a bit better than we actually knew. And since that day, I guess, something's there, that I want to tell her. I had already given her some hint on Facebook. But today I finally dared to tell her face to face and Guess what? She feels the same ^_^ ( I'll come to that later)  It had already been a week, I hadn't been to collage. I was at my uncle...

I am in love with my four walls. It had been ages I hadn't seen them. Anyway, after two lousy years at collage, vacations were running. Three boring vacations somewhat paused. For three months, the only thing around me, were these depressing books. I don't hate them. But I don't like them either. It's just ok! To be honest, I hate to read about all these craps. These stuffs bore me a lot. I prefer watching movies instead. At least you can learn something. Like Spiderman taught me to be brave and all. After watching "In time" I stopped becoming sad and tried to enjoy every single moment. "Shawshank redemption" taught me to have hope and all. These books, they taught me what the hell is going on a frog's intestine. WTF! After all, who wants to know about it? The sad thing was these lousy books had the key to my dream. Not actually, my dream. I don't exactly care about my career. I am ok with everything. As long, I can fill my lung...

Let me say this at the start. Go through my writing only if you are above 18 and if only you are not going to say any shit about me after reading this. I am a bad writer. I really am. Half the time i end up writing half of my articles, and then i throw them away. It's strange that every single time a new thing comes to my mind and subsides with the other goddamn article. That is freaking crazy, i can't hold onto a thing for a second. I hate this habit. Ignoring this, i am a cool guy. Cool and Normal guy. I don't know why people find me a weirdo. One day, i was taking some cool pictures by standing on a rooftop. Someone saw me, and I had to hear this lecture for about 5 hours. Although I didn't hear what they were saying. I am damn sure it was boring. Lectures are always are boring. Anyway, today I was returning to my home. It had been ages that i hadn't slept in my own bed. I had to sleep in this small space where people used to snore all night. And I ju...

Something I wrote few years ago!  Days have been passing so fast as like those of clouds on the sky, sometimes they turn black, sometime fade, and sometime they shine with joy. This whole thing blocks the mystery of my life and makes my life darker then before. My whole life has been a cloud with waters, tears are filled inside me, running through my  veins. Also, t ime has crossed its limit, and I've got a boundless journey of pain, which I know, is never going to end. Nowadays, I just fell that I have walked one more step towards death! Nothing more.  My Life is uncertain, certainty never existed in me.   Every time I think about myself a question buzzers : Do I exist??? Answer is NO , not without you !  It's today that I came to know the meaning of the word "existence".I am telling you this because- I feel it.  See, surviving is not a big deal, even an ant survives. It's about how you break into being the existence itself and risi...

Something i wrote few years ago Ambitions and dreams it's always good visualizing them and making a wish of bliss! Aweee a good thing to talk about! Dreams are said to construct a wall between imagination and reality. Building a wall of success, punching out failure and turning it taciturn; a symbol of bravery but a symbol of non- existence! It is also said that we are always living in world of dreams (often called virtual world) leaving reality behind, and existence ignored. Even a single step towards reality knocks our existence, and our fate stammers. As most of us are always following others, we are living in a virtual world.    That means still discovering thousands of mechanical formulas and environmental mysteries; we are puzzled within ourselves and not yet discovered what truth is. The whole world is running on words and thoughts and not yet obscurity has been faded by reality. Still our way of evaluating ourselves and our life is like as that of an ant wh...

These days, I spend most of my time with myself. Most of the time, I'm the only person in my head. As I never found a reason to share my thoughts with others, I don't speak much. I never said a word, where I thought things should be handled differently, because I thought I was just a kid, and puberty was messing around with me. Everybody said I was strange. So, I didn't want my strangeness be a joke for someone, who is desperately waiting to make a fun out of it. Although, I didn't care if I was being laughed at, I didn't like to talk much. It's because I love silence. See, for about 18 years of experience, the only certain thing I've observed so far is Death. I had once seen this movie "Final destination". It was a thriller movie, and people were supposed to be afraid after watching it. Most of them did. But, it taught me the most important thing on life, i.e. Death.  Now, that's strange! I said you, I am strange. Most of the peo...