Words Unsaid

Thought of finally saying out how he really felt,
What never came out, what shouldn’t wait.
Someone intervened before he could assert,
Too late. He was too late.

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Never Again…

Never again will I walk these paths,
Never again will I feel this breeze.
Never again will you see me,
On the same boulevards that had come to be a part of me…
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Broken Promises…

I Looked at your eyes, smitten,
And asked with a voice that was shaken,
“Will you be mine, for now and till eternity,
Or will you say no,
And forego this chance at serendipity…”
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Of Guts and Glory..


This one was long overdue…

Originally posted on psychoticsovan:

A tribute to The Black Swordsman

You hear that there is an epic series that you have to read to believe. As you start reading the manga, the opening scene depicts a man having sex with a beautiful female in the woods. You start to think is this one of those series that thrives on such fan service to increase its fan following. You think of skipping the series if nothing good happens within the next two or three pages. Apprehensive, you click on the next page button. Then what happens in the next two clicks breaks all your foreboding and you immediately become a fan of the series. So what did happen? Well, I won’t spill the beans here. You have to read it to find out…

Berserk tells the story of Guts, a man bent on revenge against God-like forces, armed with nothing but a “big slab of…

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The Confession…

Picnic was an event that I usually preferred to skip. But in engineering I had found a reason to attend it. And the reason was quite simple, logical and primal. I liked a girl and I took every opportunity to be with her. Picnic simply provided me with an opportunity to interact with her without any one raising an eyebrow.
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The Farewell

It is extremely rare to see me awake to see me awake before 10 am on a holiday, but my parents had the much coveted opportunity of being blessed with such a sight that day. By the time the clock had struck 9, I was already at the breakfast table having finished my morning rituals.
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The Calm after the Storm…

Empty eyes stare out,
Broken dreams are all that’s found..
A shadow, A shell, A hollow soul,
Drowning in depths, yet unknown..
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