There used to be one god. How arduous to speak it. It can even turn back time. Breaking of bondage from belief. It is praying with palms joined. And praying with open palms. And being happy with it.

There is a fire inside of this heart and a riot about to explode into flames. You worshipped him, darling. And it was a college night. I was 7 and I believed them.

Too different yet so same! December 5, 2016. I am drowning in the grimy woods, Staring at the crimson pool, Astonished by the natures goods. And you are walking on the limped water floor, Gazing at the mackerel clouds, Willful enough to not grab the boat and oar. I will fall asleep hoping to meet you in my dreams! October 31, 2016. I will always long for your lullabies making me sleep peacefully. I will always miss our long talks about everything and anything. I can wait for an .

There was one, a factor unknown,. Pledged to save the city where every man would mourn. His very shadow was shrouded among shadows,. Man with an iron fist,. He believed that humans should co-exist. The revolution to be bought was in full swing,. But behind a brute there is always a machiavellian mind,. A storm is coming ,.

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My moments started when I wore my first mask,. Oh what a beautiful day. The day I hid my scars,and blue emotions away. Since then, I started writing to my name a mystery,. Which was to never be told. Just a personal diary,where distress was stored. Pages of my grief were filled everyday. Every struggle and loss,veiled. And slowly I made up moments,. Moments which would steer my life on its own berm. The moment you mark as the moment of lost smiles.

Then, being the reason of their smile, whose smile means the world to you. Knowing that you are the reason behind their genuine giggling , yes the genuine one. In the morning when they cross your mind, you feel like your head is in the clouds, proudly screaming out to the world. When you are talking to them and you feel like laughing so hard because it all comes naturally. You put your hand over your face to hide that, but guess what? December 12, 2016.

Bestowed on us, upon time. The little devils on earth. With whom we now play. We are toys to many. And slaves of our own morals. Are free of the melancholy. Of Satan and his children. Casper is long gone now. The ghosts of adulthood will stay.

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