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Warning: Please don't read this if you are new to my blog. :) You might not like it. Just go through the stuffs that don't have this message. As you know bros, I blog whenever I feel bad or sad or when I feel like going to the bathroom and someone is already there and I have to wait doing nothing. One of my friend told me not to sit idle so like kids in ancient time, this is the result of my brother in bathroom who isn't coming out for like 3 hours. Anyways, I still have no idea what this blog is going to be about but I hope it doesn't turn out to be good one. I hate good blogs, I hate good people, nevertheless I hate everything. Maybe this explains why I break every single mirror that is in front of me. (True Story) Today let's teach you guys why we(humans) feel sad. There are many reasons like 1)When someone does bad to you 2)When someone is trying to help you but you think they did something bad to you (Sorry for my sentence formation. I am not in the s...

Breathing doesn't simply mean life. Many many men so beautiful Live among us to die.

A sensuous pleasure and months of pain Dark down the cave, a skull like head Swelling face and the emerging smiles  Rough hands in the hip of clans  Tears from her eyes with a painful sigh  Results the crying sounds, which just cracked his smile. Alluring smile with beauties glued  Covered within the dark yellowish fluid Took his breath, and behaved like forever clayed  Hatching up to the world of colors; Still, All she could fell was pain! The walking legs now crawled Perhaps,   The meaningless puzzled was then solved  Betrayed twinge with a favor of taste Still, smiling face in edge Keeps her undefeated. Growing fists with a shallow love In between the two castles She was the one to play with the dust and mud Smooth skins now turned hard But still smiling face at the edge,  Couldn't be far from the words with weight She used to spend her day, all along with clay And t...

Someday. Someday we will meet,  Someday we will crawl past our ego and smile at each other like we used to. Someday, our fingers will cross, our lips will sync, and our heart will find their rhythm. And again someday you'll get angry at me, fight ; But this time I'll make sure that I say sorry. I'll make sure that I tell you how much you mean to me, instead of letting you just walk away. I'll make sure, I treat you the way I feel I should. I thought telling you how much you mean to me will make me weak. I thought being a man, I shouldn't cry and ask you to come back.  I thought I shouldn't be the first to text. I thought, if you loved me, you'd call back.  But, I was too doomed to realize, maybe you felt the same, maybe you wanted me to call you, maybe you too cried.

For those of you who think smoking and drinking is cool -- It's not! 

Sometimes I feel like burning myself alive Peel off my skin, so the wounds wouldn't revive Cut and stretch my lips to fake a smile And happily watch you walk down the aisle 

This girl is pissed off.. Find out why. The time He cheated on Her. Note: Please read at your own risk. You have no right to hate me or stop reading my blogs just because of this post. You will be liable for all the hate. Not me.  The night was filled with silence and silver rays of the moon. The croaking of the male frogs were the only noise around.   Everything was calm and cool except Satish who was stifling within . It was almost midnight and Satish was laying on his bed. Lights of his room were turned off .Something was troubling him. "She must have fallen asleep" he said to himself Peeking from the corner of his eyes, he slowly moves his hands above her eyes. "She's Asleep" he said to himself. He then moved out of the bed and walked across the room like a cat. Slowly and softly. He took the bottle of oil and rubbed it against the edges of the door so the doors wouldn't make noise. He wore his red t-shirt, took his phone from the...

Exams Who doesn't like exams? See?? We have something in common. Keep reading ! Have a good day.

Second-year of high school was much fun than the first one. I had finally found a group of guys like me and we hardly spent time on our classes. Satish and Saurav were staying on hostel and science exhibitions were near. Sometimes, I used to come to college, go to their room, take off my uniform, wear their clothes and finally step out of the college. The funny thing was that no one would catch us. And even if anyone did, we'd always have something in our pockets and say we were out to get some stuff, for the exhibition. We then used to spend most of our time on Greenwich café, talking about politics, phycology and women. This was fun. But still, I used to feel sad and different. I thought "Maybe this is puberty messing around with my head". But No! Something was different, something was missing. I could sometimes feel my heart beating loudly around my chest and the rumble it brought with it, used to terrify me. Sometimes I felt like my veins have bulged ...

Hey! I mean Hi... I just  got 45 more views from US and I don't know why that's a big deal for me.. "LOOSER!!" This must be going through your head na? Oh you poor guy! or girl (Feminists you know?) Let's be honest here, I changed my blog's address! Since i was being honest I am really bad at writing also I am not a native speaker so My english is just below OK! Plus i hate reading what others love... I really get suprised when my friends talk about reading 1000 plus pages book, they just bore me. The sad thing is I have not even read a book that  my friend gifted me for  my birthday.. I didn't mean not to read but I just can't I'm so sluggish! I can't read .. This post is just another piece of trash to my blog's dumping site, But if you are still reading please let me know what you want me to write about! and the topic you give me better be different like "Write a romantic love story in middle of a dumping site, make the readers f...

Have faith! Today's with you Yesterday's gone And the journey of your life Has just begun I hope you act wisely With each mistakes you make And with every tragic you face As life- Life's nasty It changes with each move Like the game of chess So I pray to lord The mightiest of all To give you hopes Every single time you fall Live your life spreading love And that day won't be far When death will come to you And not even leave you a scar Rather reward you some more days to live For the love you'd have spread so far J At last, let me tell you something I've learned so far You'll get happiness for the cost of scars There will be those dark and scary nights But bright blue days won't be gone And morning will come to you Only, at the cost of dawn.

"Na-na-na" 1) These days my heart keeps looking Keeps looking for yours to beat What if I told you that it stops When you're not with me Every time you-my darling! Closer you get to me It feels so shy, yet whispers, Something for you and me And it goes like "Na-na na, Na-na-nana-na Baby Na-na-na Na-na-nana-nana-na-na" 2) Late night when I force myself to sleep I keep on missing you Regret the time i just smiled When I felt like- kissing you And why is it that I still don't know, How your dark red lips tastes Haven't you felt it's different? We both are more than friends. I wish you felt this "Na-na na…." 3) Why don’t you feel this although.. Although you're close to me Something is missing It's just…. Lost around "You" and "Me" Like when I feel sad and lonely Why can’t I hold your hands? And keep you warm whe...

Oh yes! another blog from a insane blogger, who just addressed himself as a blogger when everyone knows that he writes nothing but shits! no one reads them but keeps writing. What ? o.O You; a smart guy/girl/3rd gender is reading this. Omfg! This is insane. GET YOUR SMART ASS OUT OF MY BLOG YOU SMART! This is only for guys like me, and since there are no one like me. This is only for me you SMART! Well you see these were the things going on my head before i started to write this. Damn! this doesn't make any sense, does it? I just feel like i am awesome but no one here like awesomeness. Anyway, Hey there poor piece of soul going through my blog. Comn' you are still reading this despite the beginning of my post. Which can only mean three things 1) You like my blogs (People liking my blog is like Caprio winning oscars) 2) You are a poor piece of soul (Which I already proved before) 3) You are a psychiatrist who is doing PHD on insanely insane peoples (Umm yes! this soun...