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I used to hate pain.

Whenever I get bruised and wounded during childhood days.. Whenever I get jealous and feel out of place during adolescence period.. And whenever I get my heart broken up to this moment in my life.. It feels terrible. And what do you call that? Oh yeah, yeah.. it’s PAIN, dude.

And I hate it.Read More »

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Reality and Fantasy

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“I believe all of us have our own fantasy world. What’s yours?”

This question remained in one corner of my heart. What’s my fantasy world? Where is it? The day that question rang thru my ears, I disagreed. “I don’t believe in that. I don’t have one.” Strong words.Read More »

Irrational

Red, where are you? I’ve been looking for you for so long.

Pink came.

And I really thought Pink was you. Why so far? Why so long?

Please come now. Please come now.

She’s so beautiful. She’s so tender and kind.

I adore her. But I know, you adore her more.

But as they say, love collides with hate.

And I guess, I do now.

Put the red roses back, even the blue and even the green.

I want to see them.

I want to touch them.

Bring them back. Not soon. Not later. NOW.

 

You’re so perfectly imperfect. You’re so maturely immature.

You’re so flawlessly flawed. You’re so presently absent.

I know, I know.

You’re not, you’re not.

You shouldn’t be. I couldn’t be.

[Written way back 2011]
The perks of being crazy.
I need to start from something. Bear with me. Thank you.