Title: "War" :(

War could make you feel deterred,
It could wreck your whole world.
War between two nations,
War between two communities,
War between two thoughts.
War could snatch your identity,
It could sieze your entity.
Many children grew up without their fathers,
Wives left alone, insurance salesman became rocket launchers.
Artists lost their existence,
All were the aftermaths of war.

Children lost their parents,
Amateurs lived lives of paupers.
People lost God's grace,
Noncombatant strayed from their residence.
Hospitals became prayer halls.
Cementries listened wails,
What not?!
War is the result of incessant hostile thoughts,
Million more innocents, million more onslaughts.


Yes, we got praised.
Got praised for what?!
Winning war or loosing trust.
As all wars are civil wars first.
Because all men are brothers.
Even after several years,
We are unable to free ourselves,
from the shackles of distress.
War is nothing but a cowardly escape,
from the problems of calmness.


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Nam Goongmin has long lost his child. It was mandatory; was never his choice. Things escalated so quickly, in matters of seconds his life turned upside down, four seasons all at once. The laughter, the exuberance, the elation, the melancholy, the sorrow, the anguish, the angst, and the anger. Feeling the fiery heat of an enkindled inner flame, even death will never be able to extinguish, is his new feeling; he can no longer get rid of. Miscarriage of justice and conviction of crimes he never committed weren't enough to ruin his life, they took it further, killing his mother and burning her alive. Fire can be fatal and so are knives, whereby his wife was killed. It didn't end there tho, entering a room but finding an empty crib was last anticipated thing; newborn baby, Jaemin, now is gone.

   It was then the end of Nam Goongmin. But the beginning of *Războinic* or *Răzbunător*  maybe both, after all they are the same person but  different peraonas. It was the end of his well scripted tragedy; his excruciatingly painful experience, however vowing in silent is no longer fervour to avenge the murders. With outrage and disbelief combined it was the birth of a serial killer.

   Na Jaemin  is back as a detective, with first given case, was exposing the true identity of the mysterious killer. Will our young boy then be an exemplary detective, by helping solve a violent crime spree? Or will he fail his first given case, by being an exemplary son?

*NB* This part is reserved only to give readers a great insight on how the story will unfold. It's a plot summary, that's why it's kept short, brief and murky. 

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Sighs


How many starved and became bones
to make the wall this hard
How many aged and turned drooped
to keep the roof this high
How many died and were buried
for the floor to be this wide


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I wish I could be blind for a few minutes in my life,
So I couldn't see those godly curves around me.
Showing off their soft and shiny skins,
And staring at the pale and tight flesh that surround me.

Or I wish I could turn deaf for a few minutes,
So I couldn't hear their lip fillers speaking.
Mighty tales of their hookups and night outs,
Then pointing at me while chuckling and squeaking.

Or maybe just turn invisible for some minutes,
To remove my existence to feel a bit stronger.
Hiding my skinny body in some invisible cloak,
Before someone hides me shutting me in my locker.

Or I could just get some paint and courage atleast ,
To paint the sign saying 'Girls Locker room' all black.
And write with red paint that looks like blood,
"Torture room" and hope someone will have my back.
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Lost her in the dark sky

I lost her in the dark sky,

Thought she is hiding behind the stars,

It costs my life to find her,

I risked my lifetime to search her,


Weeks and years passed by,

Can't able to find her.

At the beginning, I thought, 

I lost her in the dark sky,


But she is purposefully hiding,

She knows where I am but I don't 

Even after knowing this I searched,

I didn't stop even after becoming mad.


A past reminded me a conversation

Her words, "What will you do if you lost me?"

I replied I will become mad

Those words haunted me deep.


Those true words proves my loyalty

But more of the past reminded me, 

My bag full of mistakes...

My fate cursed me more and said

 you deserve it for what you did to her....

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Still haunting...

Somewhere in the edge of my destiny,

  I lost myself in the world of memories..


Somewhere in the zenith of the mountain

  I disappeared in the mist of snow..


Somewhere in the darkest part of my life,

  I have been left to suffer alone....

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Intrigue life always ardour us by making ourselves more bright,

I merely know the secert of life and death where soul know how to be polite,

Miles away mysterious light flashing and telling the way of heaven,

I glanced the salubrious garden with holy lake swans diving like melodies rain of ardent,

My ears catches the Mesmerizing symphony and sound played by the angel of holy clouds,

My heart plunge in her deep Captivating eyes blue ocean and miraculous paradise,

Overweening I'm to enamored the color's of holy water and filled myself with the immortal drink of bottle,

At the end my eyes open under the tree I wonder my dream blown so quickly so quickly....


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Ex 6
The Kitchen
It's that time again.
My phone shouldn't swim.
I leave it behind.
My feet drag, the door joins in too.
My face sags as always.
Time pauses to tease.

There's that pile again.
I'm cuffed with no one to assist me.
I take the glorified slime and mix it with the oils.
The bubbles.
I like the bubbles.
But what do bubbles change?

Then it strikes again.
The silver chord within my heart is strummed again.
Ripple from my head to my hands.
Picking broken shards from the floor again.
I miss the days.
When she was around to mention my name.

Here come my tears again.
Pouring out of the cut I had.
Not in my palms but in my heart to hold.
I am in that place again.
Floating in the fragrance of her cakes and pies.
Landing in the tightness of her scolds and hugs.
Rowing on the rivers of her secret prayers.

It's that time again.
Staring at myself in cloudy water.
Seeing that left to me the storm will never be over.
I like to hold on to the anger that bubbles inside.
Wishing I could be a doctor before she went cold.
The bubbles.
I like the bubbles.
But what do bubbles change?

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Magnificent drop of rain on the ground the incense of soil freshening the mound,

Dreadful black cloud with the lighting thrash & sound,

Enchanting my soul relish about the mysterious coldy wind in my surround,

Elated delightful sound by the children making paper boats on the street dreaming as a sailor of the sea,

My heart went round in the thoughts of my old memories where we dance on the playing ground,

Could I revive my old gracious childhood fantasy in my around,

Trees are shaking hastily old golden leaves flying like it's a month of autumn with lots of zeal,

Rain end softly & teached me the importance of life and nature, the boundless thought of divinity make you one precious gems of enormity.....

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"Corona Virus"

World taken by small virus
Life frozen to below minus
Quarantine and lockdown
Virus must be knockdown
Avoid crowd, wear masks
Be responsible, fulfil tasks
Keep a distance of 6 feet
Death is looking to meet

~ Realist Writes

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"Corona Virus"

World taken by small virus
Life frozen to below minus
Quarantine and lockdown
Virus must be knockdown
Avoid crowd, wear masks
Be responsible, fulfil tasks
Keep a distance of 6 feet
Death is looking to meet

~ Realist Writes

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•Happier•

//Recreated

Lately,
I've been,
I've been thinking,
I want you to be happier,
I want you to be happier.

When the memories reminisce,
When we see all the crisis,
In the night of distress, we were happiness of a day,
Now the tension that runs wild,
Every word, every poem that I can't take back,
Cause with all that of the mess I made,
I think we know this way the story has a end.

Then only for a minute,
I want to change my mind,
Cause this just impairs my heart,
I wanna make everything normal,
I wanna see you smile,
Know that means I'll have to leave.

When I am left all alone,
And sky is my only muse,
The sound of your voice falls on the ears out of nowhere,
Well, that's just blissfully painful,
But I pretend, I pretend that I'm okay,
For now, if I get lost in that sky,
I know not if I'll miss you.

Then only for a minute,
I want to change my mind,
Cause this just impairs my heart,
I wanna make everything normal,
I wanna see you smile,
Know that means I'll have to leave

Know that means I'll have to leave
Lately,
I've been,
I've been thinking,
I want you to be happier,
I want you to be happier.

So, I'll fade,
I'll fade,
From you life,
I'll fade.

Lately,
I've been,
I've been thinking,
I want you to be happier,
I want you to be happier.

Then only for a minute,
I want to change my mind,
Cause this just impairs my heart,
I wanna make everything normal,
I wanna see you smile,
Know that means I'll have to leave

Lately I've been,
I've been thinking,
If happier
Would you be,
If I leave ?

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Random Thought

At this time, when everything seems shattered, everyone deserves a little kindness. Extend love, care and understanding you can muster. Let go and move on. Have a positive outlook and try to find the good things and soak it in. See, everythig is changing, so make the most of it now, do what makes you happy... talk to people you like... say what you feel !! learn to live guys! beacuse life only comes around once.. be greatful opportunity to live each day, before it all changes once again, dont underestimate the importance of your health and happiness...
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You may not always have a comfortable life. And you will not always be able to solve all the world’s problems all at once. But don’t ever underestimate the impact you can have, because history has shown us that courage can be contagious, and hope can take on a life of its own.


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A gush of breath

A space and time continuum,
Where visions are disproportionate.

Blown out of order,
In a vision only called perspective.

Irregularities in the face,
Slipping ground under the feet.

Words that keep you afloat,
Sensations that make me come alive.

A drip on the surface
Or under the surface,
All but a part of one.

Learning to breathe the suffocating air,
Will never be the same as actually breathing.

Learning to just be,
Will never be the same as being alive.

A constant to and fro motion that pulls me apart at the seems,
Is the way of being alive
And if we are ever all alive?

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"What's better than a warm bath---" Chen Xixi stopped dead in her tracks when she noticed a man lying on her bed, with his head on his palm.

"Welcome back baby~" Jiang Sheng purred in a deep voice. "The fu*k you doing here?" Chen Xixi was so angry that she could faint. "Chill darling. I'm here to surprise you. Don't you like it?"

"Yeah I loved it. Let me return the favor." Xixi pounced at Jiang Sheng and locked him in a choke hold.

"How many times I have told you to get lost?"

"Let go you stupid girl. You'll leave marks on my beautiful neck" Chen Xixi wasn't able to hold him for a long time though.

"Crazy woman! Are you that jealous of my appearance?." Sheng was checking in the mirror if his neck had any marks.

"Hah! Stop spouting nonsense and get your dumbass out of my room. You contaminated my bed with your germs. Ewww"

"I'm doing my job ok? I was instructed to surprise my 'fan' who stays in this hostel room. It was from a VVVIP investor of my recent drama. Heavens must hate me that you're my fan."

"Your fan? You've finally lost it. I'll gladly kiss a pig then to see your face one more time. Who told you I'm your fan?"

"Your family."

'What the actual heck!'


You're welcome to join this hate-love relationship journey of Chen Xixi and Jiang Sheng, will they find together a cure called LOVE?

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Sometimes you believe something, and it falls to become a
be
L
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So guys here it is!

Finally I concluded to give it a shot after much contemplation.
Never have I ever had shared this experience with anyone before.

'Twas the winters of 2000s,my parents were newly wed couples and had recently moved to a new place due to their official work.

Lemme give u guys a closer view of that place.
It was a small bungalow in the middle of nowhere,surrounded by colossal meadows that transcended alongway the bough of trees while leaving a dirt ridden aisle in between that led to the main door of the house.
The bungalow comprised of 2 rooms,an attached hall,a kitchen and obviously a washroom.Just few steps away were the ruins of a sugarmill that closed down post the British era most probably.

Perhaps a place creepy & scary enough to send chills down your spine.

One fine night my dad & mom both were out till late.Usually my dad used to pick up my mom from her office as it was close to his place of work and then drove back to home.
So like everyday he did the same.Everything was going fine and dandy until the very next minute which was gonna leave a profound impact on their minds & was not in any way gonna wipe off from their memories anytime sooner.

My dad was driving past that sugar mill & it was utterly dark all around.When suddenly he applied the brakes on the sight of a woman sitting amidst the road wrapped up in a fleecy white gown facing the opposite side.He honked & continued to frantically honk in vain.Pestered by this attitude he stepped out of the car & went upto that woman.As soon as he said something she turned her face leaving my parents in a dazed state.With her eyes bulging out,plethora of cuts & bruises on the face & a skin saggy enough giving the impression as if it's gonna fall off the bone at any moment just like the wax from a lit candle.
In addition to what was a fetid that was unbearable alongwith some worms crawling all over her body....trust me she was way more horrific in actual than this description.

For a while my dad went all numb losing his ability to think & comprehend.
My mom a religious lady began spewing out every single sacred spell she knew while my dad who was dumbstruck till now rushed towards the car with all his might,took to the steering wheel & drove as fast as he could.
That particular night was their last at that place when they shifted to a densely populated part of the city the very next day.
Soon after that incident in 2001,I came into existence.


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ONE FINE DAY...

So what's the point.
Eventually it's all gonna end.
Ultimately it's gonna be over.
If not today, maybe tomorrow. 
In a year?
Two year?
Ten years?
Fifty years?
Nobody lives for 100 years anymore.
So all we do here is just a series of planning, preparing, hoping and dreaming of a tomorrow which may or may not come.
And blinding throwing wishes in the air that tomorrow will come.
And it may or may not come.
Eventually one day it will stop coming.
All those empty promises of tomorrow.
And one fine day…
We all cease to exist.

Until that day all we do is waste our today in the hopes of tomorrows. 


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The ring of love#1
How far it is? Where are we leading to? What are we? Why we cry? Why we become happy? These thoughts been running in my mind while I am watching the waves on the sea shore. The pleasant music of the waves diverted me from those unanswered questions. The cool breeze touched my hot skin and I just shivered for a moment and smiled with a pleasant face.




Through this long journey human race struggled a lot to be here what we are now is a long way journey that the human race has come to.




Everyone are different in their own aspects of life. If a man/women is rough, then he might have faced more in his/her life and that's why he/she looks rough and tough to handle. And in other hand if a man or a women is cool and soft, then it means they had built their life in a completely different manner. Everyone has their own way of sculpting their own life.




Every one has to face both types of characters in their life and should learn to face all these people. We can't use any filters and neglect them. Because it is a real life where only unexpected things happens. But we dream many things we expect many things in our life and we have the freedom to do so. No one could tell us not to dream and making it true is not in our hand. This doesn't meant that we should not dream we have to dream to move on in our life, so don't stop dreaming...




"There can't....." "Hey Aashiv come here man see what we found" a voice interrupted my conversation with my "inner me". I turned towards her and waved my hands and signalled them that I am coming. I got up from the sand and ran towards them. My team found some oldest ring while excavating inside the sand. The ring looked gorgeous and I ran towards the sea and washed the ring with the water. And I just observed something written on the ring it said "Samuthra kumaari", which means "The Princess of Ocean". Suddenly a fictional character came to my mind which I studied in the novel called "Ponniyin selvan". With the sudden reminder of that character I put that ring in my pocket and ran from that place. I reached my bike and I went to kushi beach which is situated near Rameswaram. I consider that place as my soulful site and whenever I feel low I will go to that sea shore and stay there until I feel good.




I went there and sat there for a moment and cried hard. I don't know why I am crying like this. But I cried without any thoughts and after a moment everything in my mind settled and I became clear enough to think deep in to my past.




A name suddenly came to my mind and I spelled "Riya". Suddenly a single drop of tear came out of my left eye and it fell on the sand. It's been ten years... I didn't even spell her name. When I saw the name in the ring, the dark side of my mind came out and it took me to the darkest part of my life. With this I fainted in the sand and I heard the sound of my friends saying "Aashiv get up man what happened to you?"

When I opened my eyes I was going in the car with my "Riya". And...

To be continued...

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You came unto me, like the moonlight,
somehow turned to slowly mean life itself,
while these lines kept coming to me everyday,
we'd awakened without us knowing

Are you my sunlight or rain?
My shelter or the cold breeze,
My petals or my leaf,
Or the nectar of my dreams?

Are you my night or day?
My pair or my pillar,
Come unto me as the colours of my rainbow!





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