the connection which was re-stolen....

the world of self obsessed being is going to take upheavel of certain sorts once again .....,

as it was always in a point of discovery for me....and now...it will be seen for a long time that yeah ...a parallel universe do exists in this world....

people like us....a person like me who still is typing words on blogger somewhere....a person like u ...who's reading these characters somewhere in the same manner....

this all is just the same having similar connections as we do have with our parents.....n u know what....they are our parents....and there are so ""called""few best friends in our lives coz somewhere.....the particle energy theory of einstein is working in a sleeping mode....here too

the wishes we have in our lives....they get fulfilled...depending upon the intensity of frequecies that are radiated by you in this nature...

you cant read every book that is published in this world...
but while reading a few of those which u do read in ur lives....u just relate them to urselves....
the subconscious mind << if v believe >> has the most extrascanding power in this whole universe.... <<say it's the only universe>> to create things so easily as you would have seen in your childhood comic heroes'....

this is somewhere like the daily soup ;)

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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

Just when you thought.........,you must sleep....again ?

a thing or two passed by..,..yes...along the (those i must say ;) ) jabberings..., ... and like it was said...in her realm ...from the forefathers of obscure chastity." "" thy have a feast....under the blue umbrella.... sometimes in the darkest hours... with a defined longingness to yearn for... a new deja~vu of their dreams... just for {the one's} hunt.... wassails like these never end .... fool's paradise this is for some., perks of melodies for some... reasons are unreasonable at times.. & of course....almost everytime... a tiramisu is there....kept aside for him.... for they believe in the legends they have been talking about.. canvas is ready ....always like it has been...always it be thus! salvations need not end in mesmerising things....but they do... rains need not end to please all...but they do.... feasts need not end in halluccinations...but they do.., and like this ..same.., i

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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