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?

This is the synopsis of my novel. If anyone is interested to read it, DM me for the link.
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Sometimes you believe something, and it falls to become a
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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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A LETTER FOR YOU

A letter which describe how much u r to me
A letter saying that I miss u in every conversation I have someone. Thinking about how would have react, say. How we have laugh
A letter saying that how I plan to go on every vacations with u
A letter saying that whenever we fight.. How I check whether u r online or not every now and then
A letter confessing you that I imagine u in every love story I see I read.. N u r shaping in my romantic fanasty
A letter confessing u that u r not much to me.. U r whole of me.... U r the one whom I want everyday
A letter from my heart saying ....u r my everything and nothing together

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Bring me back.

When all of this is over
Let's meet
Across the street that cradled us
In her soft sweet trees
And warm yellow lights
Let's have those candies
Of colours bright
Walk along those lanes familiar
Past our known smiles
And known songs
Of neighbour and her pet
Blushing at our crush's sight
And sighing by our auntie's gaze
Past the temple bell and past the call of mosque
Past all that the past had
Past our life that passed away
When all of this is over
Let's laugh and cry
And grin with somber
At the fate of fleeting time.

~Soleha

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There are a million reasons to go,
And a million arguments can be made.
But I'll find that one excuse to stay,
And won't let our moment fade.

I stay tired but still I wander,
To collect flowers and leaves all day,
To keep on my desk and write about them,
And share them with you when you're away.

I stay strong and loud all day,
Stay persistent in everything I do.
Keep laughing till my eyes become wet,
And laugh again on my moments with you.

There are a lot of fall outs sometimes,
But I keep them safe in a jar with me.
When you smile I take them out,
And fix them back the way they used to be.

I'm scared I'll mess things up or,
Maybe won't even be there to clean,
But will love you with everything I have,
In little ways seen or unseen.
@IWRITESOMTIMES




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Time Will Tell

Time was a foe of mine.

I always thought it was against me.

I never accepted its decisions,

Or that it was just doing what it was supposed to.

It flew, it flowed, it ran and it stood still as well,

But it was always a foe.

I was afraid that it will put me in place once it tells itself.


Time became a friend of mine.

I started trusting it.

It brought me to a good place.

It healed me by making me realize that,

It was just doing its job.

It flew, it flowed, it ran and it stood still as well.

It was finally a friend.

I was happy as I saw better things once it told itself.


Time has become a frenemy of me.

I trust it but sometimes I am scared of it.

I ponder, what if in doing what it is supposed to,

I wonder, what if its job takes it all away from me.

It flies, it flows, it runs and it stands still as well.

It will hurt and care, together,

Like a bittersweet memory.

I am confused to give in to it.


However, with this fear, I am curious as well.

Curious to find out what more possibilities it has stored in for me,

Which other happy moments it will give me,

What other hardships it will make me face.

Because in the end, it is just living upto its name.

To fly, to flow, to run and to stand still.

So, I am at peace with it.

I have decided to be with it.


I know I am scared but still I will have faith in it.

Because I know one day, 

Time will tell me another story.

Another chapter to add to my life.

So, I am just waiting for time to tell,

A sweet lullaby or a harsh reality.

Whatever it will be,

I am sure I will be ready to experience it.

Because no one tells better stories than TIME.

Time will tell

Time was a foe of mine.

I always thought it was against me.

I never accepted its decisions,

Or that it was just doing what it was supposed to.

It flew, it flowed, it ran and it stood still as well,

But it was always a foe.

I was afraid that it will put me in place once it tells itself.


Time became a friend of mine.

I started trusting it.

It brought me to a good place.

It healed me by making me realize that,

It was just doing its job.

It flew, it flowed, it ran and it stood still as well.

It was finally a friend.

I was happy as I saw better things once it told itself.


Time has become a frenemy of me.

I trust it but sometimes I am scared of it.

I ponder, what if in doing what it is supposed to,

I wonder, what if its job takes it all away from me.

It flies, it flows, it runs and it stands still as well.

It will hurt and care, together,

Like a bittersweet memory.

I am confused to give in to it.


However, with this fear, I am curious as well.

Curious to find out what more possibilities it has stored in for me,

Which other happy moments it will give me,

What other hardships it will make me face.

Because in the end, it is just living upto its name.

To fly, to flow, to run and to stand still.

So, I am at peace with it.

I have decided to be with it.


I know I am scared but still I will have faith in it.

Because I know one day, 

Time will tell me another story.

Another chapter to add to my life.

So, I am just waiting for time to tell,

A sweet lullaby or a harsh reality.

Whatever it will be,

I am sure I will be ready to experience it.


Because no one tells better stories than TIME.

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MyselfMyself

I stood there like a lifeless lighthouse
Ashore the vast and furious ocean
Beckoned by the turquoise potion
Which I chose to not drink and drowse

I looked back to find myself
Once a beacon of hope and mirth
To the lost wanderers of the earth
Now I feel dragged down by a dark elf

I stood there amid the starless sky
With no company but bitter thoughts
Where I kept untangling the knots
Of my unburied past with a deep sigh

I look forward to find myself
A rekindled flame, never to waver
Never to die out, burning forever
An illuminated soul and rejuvenated self.

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The death bell resounds,
Awakening the fiends while taversing the dungeons,
To the doomsday has arrived,
Opposing to comply from aeons.

Begging for mercy from Azrael,
Concealing beneath the tapestries,
Treading on the steep alleys,
Shrunk & turned pale like winter leaves.

Alleys leading to an unsolicited realm,
Leaving behind footprints of a lone traveller,
Recalling the good memories of the past,
A yearning to resurrect that lasts forever.

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You never know with whom you red string of fate is connected to.

They may be right in front of you for your whole life, but you fail to recognize them, until the right moment.

It just takes a moment to fall in love, but a lifetime to maintain it.


"I told you, you can't escape me baby. Your fate has been entangled with me since that day."

Kim Yoona was shocked by the words uttered by Lee Jihun. He sounded so controlling and cold. He wasn't like this before. But after that day, everything changed between them.

This is my second novel. I've just written a chapter, but I need reviews and suggestions.
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ONCE LOVED...

Guess I didn't love myself enough to see how much I loved you.


I don't really miss him. Rather I miss myself when I was with him.

The way my heart pounds when I look at him.

The way my mouth can't compose a word when I talk to him.

The way my head hallucinates a life with him.

The way I used to believe in magic.

The way I used to see rainbows in the dark.

The way I used to think I could catch stars.

The way I believe love can conquer all.

So yeah I miss myself when I was with him.

The more I loved him, the more it damaged me when I was not in love with him anymore.

The harder it is to get back to the old me.

Bites by bites.

Piece by piece.

As long as all that reminding is dust of yesterday. 

Which will be there for the rest of my life.

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Billions of galaxies..,
Trillions of Stars..,
Yet the universe is Dark..,
But you be in your Arc..,
Find your shining Star..,
Which brighten your Scar.
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A Little SquirrelA Little Squirrel

It was one of those days when you could find me on the balcony sitting cross-legged on a chair, occasionally tapping my head with a pen and, of course, with an empty mind and an empty page. You could see me gazing into the distance, trying to invoke my muse. Staring at the plain sky didn’t help. I looked around; not a soul in sight, not even the fluttering of a butterfly could be heard. I was hopelessly lost. Not that I’m a great writer experiencing a writer’s block but a novice whose writing skills are still in an embryonic stage. It seemed like everything in the universe was plotting against me.

“Ah, blame the universe now! You are always deprived of ideas. I have been waiting forever to see at least one word on that paper,” he quipped when I shared my thoughts. He is such a grinch, I must say. Here I am, trying to move heaven and earth and look at him, leaving me in the lurch.
“Hey, thanks! You are so supportive!” I frowned in dismay.
“Well, what’s with the negativity? Lift the veil of your eyes and glance around. Look into nature; you have everything you are looking for. Only you have to seek and find them. You should know that it won’t be plain sailing. Always remember that,” and he left.

He always tends to skedaddle every time after giving free advice because he hates to be in a situation where I pour every blame on him even if he does nothing.
I determined to look around for ideas to come and seek me. “Oh, no, it should be the other way around,” I reminded myself.

Right in front of the balcony was a jackfruit tree. Nature was bountiful enough to weigh it down with ample fruits. I noticed a little squirrel squeaking and scanning the tree before lying upside down, like a gymnast, on a ripened fruit and started feasting on it. The incessant screeching of the crickets could be heard from a distance as if they wouldn’t let the poor little squirrel have a peaceful meal. While my eyes were feasting on the squirrel feasting on the jackfruit, a giant squirrel jumped out of nowhere and scared the little one off, which was too chicken to start a fight. It climbed up, hid behind the leaves and waited for the big one to go back. Unfortunately, it had to wait forever to climb down and fill his tummy.

“Why didn’t he choose any other fruits as there were thousands of them? I don’t know. Why did the big one choose this fruit in particular while there were thousands of them? I don’t know.”

“You don’t know what?” returned he intending to taunt me. That’s when I realised that I was speaking aloud.
“Still staring at blank?” he continued.

I punched him in the hand and pulled him closer. I recounted the events to him. He chuckled, knowing that my only concern was about that one jackfruit that both the squirrels feasted upon and not how I overlooked his self will and also how the poor little one held his hunger till he could get hold of the fruit again.
 
“See, everyone is free to choose anything they like. And, I loved how it was resolute in holding on to the one he chose at first and how he remained calm even in adversities. What matters is he didn’t give up easily. We should learn from him,” explained he.
Exactly! Even though that thought didn’t cross my mind, I learnt a great lesson from that tiny creature. Feeling happy, I took my pen to write about the little squirrel.

HaikuHaiku

A blooming red rose
With raindrops like pearls
Blushes like a bride.

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Beautifully broken

She left when you needed her,
But you stood her up alone before when she needed you.
You say karma is a b*tch,
Maybe this is your karma hitting you.

Love is a beautiful word,
Equally the worst feeling.
Those who want never find it,
Those who get it never value it.

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder,
love is beautiful, everyone told her.
She loved me, and me alone,
Now, we are stranded alone.

Playing with her feelings,
I broke her heart into pieces,
Now we stay apart,
Wounds can be healed but not the broken heart. ©Asura

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