And because the time once again is yours.......

As it had happened the last time......this is a bit different from that one...but the treacherous feelings may misguide you...
once again....

the wishes you had ....still in your heart....moments ago when you woke up today's morning...
were quite awesome in themselves....

the desires you had taken steps for..... <<called resolutions ;) >> were once again lagged behind by those barriers of so called "time-wasting term"

ever in your life.....you have had till now....did ""you""...really thought you wasted that part in your fun ?

no...then what's the need to pay a heed to anyone's sayin ?

the friends who were once best friends....those crushes....who were lovers' of some other friend of yours.....
they all can't determine the essence of "you" in this universe....
you know...its like....leaves ...on trees....which come for a specific season ....then they fall ....
just to make the tree more beautiful for the next time...,

at the end of your life.......it will simply a proudy feeling of yours that how calmly you walked that carpet with such a grace...which was just for you..,
yeah....a lot of people too don't know what that is like... <<exactly"" but you have to.....

continue talking to strangers who give +ve vibes to you ( really +ve ones )
continue smirking that lil smile on your face when you see that unknown child anywhere....continue facing your own self in the mirrors....

then thyself will be a motor response in accordance with that....,

have an amazing day ahead... ^__^

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i forget much now a days....and go on with that, but that doesn't matters i guess

so on the counts.......all of you are living up on a aggregated gases along with the vacuum and then.......are told that there are a billion other such galaxies out there too....again with billions of other planets,stars and constellations.....oh i forgot that there are other organisms too......leave the million other species on your own planet.....and wait.....your whole problem is in toxic relationships....that you chose yourself.....to work for some other people or say government or corporations just to get access to another your fellow's made entity called money......and there you get to know the real rank of yours comparing yourself on the criterion of education ( is it education though ? ) , then on some stuffs like clothes....homes.....some idiotic accessories .......and wait.....the list has not even started for your dreams.... ( inception of whose was always in the things which you saw on internet,.in your peers smiles., on the television ) , then you think....is it bad ...

today.......She said....to write something.....

Mind.....is not a thing.... It's an activity..... an image maker... and it operates....by law.., simply !!!! every single thought...is conspired to be the perfect most....in every sense though.., somehow...it is reflected ....it is reflected in the very sense of human behavior... nevertheless....this all.....wholepacked case ..of.. epics...stories...have been the most fav of humans..but there's a world....which relates to more interesting things ....things...which just start where normal human imagination ends.... hallucinations ...full phase imaginations....lucid dreaming....there are various things...numerous terms which are yet to be given to these bundle of thoughts....but that doesnt cease their perpetuation in this so called "realistic" world.., Every single thing we see., every single thing we come in contact with.....every single thing we feel.... is a mere illusion... but the ironical point is.....that every "that" single illusion...

First toast of that royal acumen.....

Infinite catalyst of earth's high-flown southern province ( now because of the valid proximity, of course you know the name :) ) & some other things (that obviously can just be felt rather than being written about) were lying ahead of him..... in the very deary eyes that he would've ever seen and the improbable gestures that he received from her as the tokens of mildly pasteurized love.. The innocence of destruction, with soft promises.... like the ones which he witnessed the last time when he barely knew the definition of simple love or of the world that wasn't adequate enough for mere fiscal things..... And now........ the clasped things were there, unsparingly ahead those lustrous eyeballs that....., in their own virtues had vouch for a thousand centuries.,. "A memoir of the incidental past he used to carry then....a shattered chain of old silver springs.,. escorting some unknown chatters in the street outside...(which often,still reminded of their ...

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