I DIED FOR THE THOUSAND TIMES
I sat down to study the mock epic but the memories mocked my thoughts.It teased my pen and traffic of words which was surprisingly jammed became unjammed.And my words flowed.
It's not the day which was bore.It's you and me who made it bore.Result was anxiety.No one was at fault.Lets forget it.
While coming from college to home,father took a strange path.It was unusual.I don't know why he did it so?.But that route was full of thorns,pain,flower and happiness.That path,actually,lead to our old mohalla.I spent my 15years here.
OH LORD!
Bike was moving slowly and it was as if i was sitting in a cinema and watching classic movie.movie was at its start.I saw my home there,a sad but happy and mysterious building.I used to tweet there and also i found monster there.I was agonised when i saw the window of that room where i once cried.Bike was still moving on,and finally some one set my heart on fire.MY SCHOOL!AH!the climax of the movie,i must say.I tried to intercept the horrible voices of friends,teachers but in vain.It mordantly came into my brain and washed away all the present events...then the hollow mind...and suddenly the mind was full those bittersweet memories.
I felt as if i was standing there for the ages.Those heart breaks,free wills of teachers,misunderstanding,and most important thing my lonliness!made me to weep.it was murderous.My heart was beating fastly and i closed my wet eyes.Sounds of FAILURE,LOOSER traced me until the speed of bike crushed the scenes of those memories.School vanished and i opened my eyes.Familiar but stranger faces were roaming on the next road,and finally i was out of that mysterious world.The end of the movie.
In psychology,i've read that we deliberately forget some painful memories and so i am doing.I didn't think to write a post,because papers are waiting to suck my blood,but life is unpredictable and so was the decision of taking that way.Where i became anxious of traveling over that route father was relaxed.It was as if i died and God again put the soul in me.
Now everything is normal.And this thought is making me to think thrice that the person like me,who gets hurt by every throne,by every tear,by every hatred by every fruitlesss effort can only see himself in future as a jade of a race.
It's not the day which was bore.It's you and me who made it bore.Result was anxiety.No one was at fault.Lets forget it.
While coming from college to home,father took a strange path.It was unusual.I don't know why he did it so?.But that route was full of thorns,pain,flower and happiness.That path,actually,lead to our old mohalla.I spent my 15years here.
OH LORD!
Bike was moving slowly and it was as if i was sitting in a cinema and watching classic movie.movie was at its start.I saw my home there,a sad but happy and mysterious building.I used to tweet there and also i found monster there.I was agonised when i saw the window of that room where i once cried.Bike was still moving on,and finally some one set my heart on fire.MY SCHOOL!AH!the climax of the movie,i must say.I tried to intercept the horrible voices of friends,teachers but in vain.It mordantly came into my brain and washed away all the present events...then the hollow mind...and suddenly the mind was full those bittersweet memories.
I felt as if i was standing there for the ages.Those heart breaks,free wills of teachers,misunderstanding,and most important thing my lonliness!made me to weep.it was murderous.My heart was beating fastly and i closed my wet eyes.Sounds of FAILURE,LOOSER traced me until the speed of bike crushed the scenes of those memories.School vanished and i opened my eyes.Familiar but stranger faces were roaming on the next road,and finally i was out of that mysterious world.The end of the movie.
In psychology,i've read that we deliberately forget some painful memories and so i am doing.I didn't think to write a post,because papers are waiting to suck my blood,but life is unpredictable and so was the decision of taking that way.Where i became anxious of traveling over that route father was relaxed.It was as if i died and God again put the soul in me.
Now everything is normal.And this thought is making me to think thrice that the person like me,who gets hurt by every throne,by every tear,by every hatred by every fruitlesss effort can only see himself in future as a jade of a race.
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ReplyDeleteLmfao!! Next time, i'll come with a english Dictionary :p
ReplyDeletegood to see a blog with such tough english, Sure, it will improve my Vocabulary :)
* an English Dictionary
Deletelmfao!!????for what??and the mistakes of "A" or "AN" doesnt matter just abserve ur descriptive approach if the message is conveyed then these petty things dont matter.atleast for me they dont.
DeleteThank you Zarnab, for stopping by my blog and leaving those sweet words! I love your deep thoughts,use of words and creative writing. Your writing is deeply enmeshed in memory, imagination, nostalgia, tragedy and longing, I feel.
ReplyDeleteKeep it up and
Have a great weekend ,
you made my day:)thank you so much for commenting:)
ReplyDeleteI was here for the third time and was reading your post.
ReplyDeleteYou do have a vivid imagination.
You wrote me that you were not so great in words. Perhaps, you may use some tools to improve what you write :) and the best would be to read more and to keep on writing.
Blessings :) and my gratitude to your visit on my blog.
your words mean alot to me and thank you so much:)
ReplyDeleteYour English is marvelous.
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oh,thank you:)thanks for visiting:)and sure we'll:)
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