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BLOG-01 Do you have a friend in life? About me....? No I don't, to be honest.Although I have one and she is the only person who is kind to me but I can't always rely on her to express myself as she also has her own "big" social circle.I am often described as a quiet,shy,introvert girl which obviously I am. I never ever liked going to school.I feel sick when people constantly discuss about their school life.Unecessary nostalgia  you know! Why the hell they can't live in the present? and these people are always like:"Do you remember him/her from our school?"/"School life was great!"/"Do you know this girl/that guy is dating whom?" I mean Why is it important to talk about this stuff? School never gave the opportunity.No, now you'll say "She was introvert,she didn't participate,she ain't interested" but that's not the case I mean YES I did hesitate to participate in the first place but there was no one to tell me...
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STUCK IN PAST

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 I always wonder about how can I precisely correct the things which I messed up in the past.I wish I had a fictional  "Time Machine" if Einstien's work on the 'Theory of Relativity' would happen for real obviously.I am sure many of my friends desire for the same.I am an Introvert;wait!! I am not a nerd neither am I lonely.There's a huge difference between alone and lonely but,I was always lost in my own world since childhood and that world is so damn beautiful.This poem is dedicated to all those who think about their past constantly of-course like me. STUCK IN PAST "Why are you stuck in past?" When there's a future ahead. Past is an acrylic tint; Which stays and never fade. Cartoons and Rock music, Good old memories cause nostalgia. "Look how happy you were then!" The reality has no euphoria. Stopped by and gazed at the stars; Though uncountable;estimated 'em for fun. Now I wait for that genuine grin moment; Time which never stand b...
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Jolly's Melancholy

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This poem is dedicated to all my dear friends suffering from an unhealed mental trauma,unable to express themselves fearing the judgemental behaviour of our society.This poem is a magnanimous attempt to pen down my thoughts from the experiences which I had from the past few days. JOLLY'S MELANCHOLY I am Depressed; Insomnia embraces me and then I'm supressed. They say:"Try counting sheeps" I count the reasons for my griefs. Scraping the skin around my nail; I whine about the times I fail. Anxiety holds me in its arm; Rapid Heartbeat watches my sweaty palm. Tears roll down my cheek; I feel disgusted and weak. They say:"Go out and play" Dreadful silence which always stay. Head on the pillow;eyes wide awake; Terrible Nightmare which always break. Pondering upon the future;dwelling in the past; Horrible reality which tears me apart. They ask:"How do you feel?" I feel,I don't; I can but I won't. - S.K.                           ...
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