Void

Void ——- You created

Mystries and all….

Lost ……………….

And to be never found…..

Like a wonderful pearl…..

Deep !! so much Deep….

Like in the ocean Blue…

The void has created hole….

For you it is easy…..

For me….I suffer it alone…

Hard….
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Saltless !!!

Salt less food….hard to taste…sometimes life becomes as sweet as Rasbhari….and at the mean time…it turns out to be Saltless food…by the way…Rasbhari is completely saltless….we don’t taste….salt in it….

Complications….desires….and everything …

What if people stop to desire…? It’s what leads to discovery….Desire led man to moon…( I really don’t know if the word desire suits here ?)

Desire led to discovery…the saltless food….

Desire led to face the moonless’s night…..

But Stars do shine…even at the moonless night…..What if life were a video game…. Continue reading

Blue Mimosa Hangover

Again read the book….and it is hanging me like nothing else had ever had…just a hanged head…and this blog..

Feels like piercing whole body with….needles….this is the line…where I always breakdown and cry…

Sometimes situation comes in life…like the main character of the novel has faced…he abandoned so many girls…and a girl abandoned him….

The male “characters” ego, power…everything just got destroyed….but the “female”…died…but didn’t surrender….

Love…he called it love….yes it was…i felt in every lines of Parijat….For loving so truly I have sympathy over..the character…I wish not to loose true lover like him…if I will have anyone…

Where the luck favors…love does not…some people like me…do not have luck..and that is why…there is no love…everything ….but not love…

Like the full moon…in the sky….I see it and gain pleasure…I get satisfied…that..once in a month…I can see the moon in the full shape…and get satisfied….

Some people like me…Some people like the main character of the novel….do not get what they want…they do not deserve it…and they are troubling self…running away from themselves…escaping..and escaping…

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Mythical Bytes

Why I regenerate heart….everyday…

Like Prometheus’s liver….

To have it eaten….by a eagle….

Why do I roll up the boulder ?

Like Sisyphus does….

To have it fall again from the top…

“Myth or Reality”

Or is it Mythical Reality… ?