Stories and Me

My skin has turned to Oakwood Tonight, And all I can feel is heat, I know I am going to burn down, But I want to know R u my kind? Do you feel it too? If So, Stay away from me, Because I don't want you to burn away, Fade away into ahes. There is no Saving me, But yes do tell me, Dear Stranger that I cannot see, R u wood too? Because then run away from me

Most people are often confused about how to react to different cases, condition, and actions. This one is for all those who rethink the ways that they could have reacted to a certain situation, or think about the ideal reply, which would have given them a desired result. this may be because they don't know what to do, or are stunned/ turned flabbergaster, or because they have done it so many times that they have lost the interest to do it the "right" way, or are trying to copy someone else. The best things you can do in these cases are: 1. Be yourself Most people in order to be perfect copy others and forget to behave like themselves. They are called plastics by the originals. You need to have your own flavour to get what you want. the way you get it or maybe don't is an experience in itself. They say whatever happens happens for the good. Believe in it and yourself. You will probably wing it in seconds. 2. Emotions No one likes the robots. You need to think

:-):-):-):-):-):-):-):-)v:-):-):-)v:-)v:-):-)v:-):-):-):-):-):-):-):-):-) You know what they say about forgiveness? Now that you have been forgiven, can you turn around and forgive someone else? or is it that you forgive with the hope to be forgiven No one is the bigger person in this mess Is this the beginning or the end? I am not sure... Someone once said that every ending is a new beginning Is it the one to the same path or something different.. We'll never know unless we go ahead and explore it But when we go ahead.. we are thrown with a bag full of choices the ways to attack it .. we got all the ways to wicked, evil, dangerous, make the way to our own benefit and supposedly have fun Lost in the way... we lose our purpose our aim... so much so that the ways are what we are left with Just that a senseless... way easy to be defeated... cause u don't know ur aim others find your supposed initial aim.. while u r aimless unimportant susiptible t

:-):-):-):-):-):-):-):-)v:-):-):-)v:-)v:-):-)v:-):-):-):-):-):-):-):-):-) POETIC CONVERSATIONS: The black whirlpools have been too restless lately The tide is too high It's been a while How could it resist the sweet beckoning of the moon for so long? The dark horses have broken free again They are trampling around the woodland of my mind Rippling waves of raucous melody Running rampant, tireless Round and round they go The ground beneath my feet has been pretty unsteady lately More so than usual Tremors raking this cold and empty desert Sudden quakes Without warning Leaving behind fascinating patterns of cracks on the pillars of my humanity It's funny how things are built to fall apart Beautiful disasters left in the wake The shadows of past trailing behind Fading away with the strings of time I have been watching these scenes silently As a transfixed spectator I have loosened my grip on reality It feels good to float mindlessly on the oceans of fiery chaos It feel

The Incas     It is  believed that the Inca civilization of the eastern coast of South America,had rituals which was pretty spooky and could possibly give shivers even today, all in the name of greatness.    500 years ago, the Incan people selected a girl as a princess. She was a chosen one, out of all the girls in her generation; her sacrifice was what would keep them alive and functioning.    The Princess was sacrificed to their mountain God Sabancaya. An offering buried alive for an eternity in a dark tomb. The Princess remained there with a cursed seal placed on her hands as a warning to any who would wake her.If the seal was removed, the mummy would rise, and so would her protector, the spirit of the warrior awakened in a common man.The Inca Princess mummy could suck out the essence of people with a kiss on the lips...   Souls of others gave her the liveliness that she needed to be considered a normal person, or else she would be all bones and no skin.The soul-sucked

:-):-):-):-):-):-):-):-)v:-):-):-)v:-)v:-):-)v:-):-):-):-):-):-):-):-):-) 10th of October “In the last 30 and a half years, there has been NO trip to national library, or a visit to a bookshop.” Guess who stated this fact. Yep you are right our dear own Ms. R. Sachdev. This line left us all astonished. Why? Because let me tell you it was probably more pleasurable than 99.9% of the things that I have ever gone to visit. These trips are something that all of us look forward to, even if it is just to the top of an empty stairwell. Why? Because we are not just going to the top but on an adventure towards it… something that makes it more memorable.. All the hearts throbbing, pulsing with anticipation, that makes our blood race with adrenaline, making us notice every single tiny detail, not just keep it in the subconscious part of our brain but in our hearts forever. This October, the Morpheme went ouring. Yep you heard right… the bookish nerds went on an adventure. We tr