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  Feelings? She never understood the word   She was all about facts and logic She believed emotions were absurd By never accepting her own  She swallowed hard and suppressed Even though deep down  She was way beyond depressed    Such were her ways Of getting through hard days Until one dark night She met someone, a ray of light    In her night sky with no moon He brought the sun and made it a bright noon He saw right through and knew a fix Said,"Fear not, you'll get through this" Poems of hope and joy he wrote In the process of which he made a boat Kept her on it Where in his heart it would float Those poetry hours spent  That optimistic scent Of words so joyful And everything they meant Touched her soul She recovered soon A new girl, as a whole She now saw the noon    The one who drove away the night, she forgot Once in a while, he'd be just another thought   He says he's unaffected He says everything's great ...

It is there deep within, y our heart will enjoy a dose or two in no time it'll turn into an unavoidable habit too few drops of it and you'll feel you are warmed by something whose harm you're never to be informed  you'll be too consumed by it, you'll drink it in lots irony will someday reveal, it was the venom in your thoughts! It will fuel overthinking and make you paranoid you'll feel lost somewhere, in the vast, endless void the world will feel cursed, you'll get back to sip your drink to avoid the reality and the problems in it imposed  by the venom in your thoughts with which you're still dosed! You will hold on to all evil prejudice tight it will provoke you to do so and convince you that doing so is a delight  you'll taint your clean record and replace it with bad deeds then unaware of what you're about to nurture, the venom in your thoughts that will wipe out your future! It will fill your thoughts with jealousy and desire you'll forg...

"Kindness is a gift anyone can afford to give" "You know what? Teenagers are never  understood and if they are at least heard by chance, they are misunderstood!" I started. "Well, that's because your behaviour is beyond one's understanding! Take arrogance, for instance, is that a thing worthy of considering 'cool'?" my grandmother ended. ***** Checkmate! I had nothing to say that could beat her wise remark. It hurt me then and it hurts me now too, to accept it is true. To accept the fact in the teenagers' world that arrogance for teens is cool. That back-answering and passing mean remarks are more playful  and less boring than sweet, kind words. That disrespecting parents is more trendy than getting along well with them. That roasting someone makes you look stronger than supporting someone. That ignoring someone is wiser than acknowledging them. And that, being ignorant, arrogant, and irresponsible is being a perfect mature teenager! Pa...

      7:15 pm Knox, I'm near the tallest lamp post on the sidewalk.  Waiting...   Where are you? This place is crowded with too many cars, can't spot yours  😞 No sooner have I fired the texts than I notice gray dots linger on the left bottom of the screen. And they keep lingering...fo r one second and then the other and another - my heartbeat speed shoots up high with every passing second until I hear honking from a familiar car and it gets normal. I open the already-open door for me a little wider and make myself comfortable in the seat next to the driver's seat.  "Sorry to keep you waiting," Knox says as an acknowledgment. "No problemo! Where are we teleporting to?"  He laughs hard and answers with half words and half laughter. "it's umm...surprise!"  "Okay, I can see the route" I laugh at how naive Knox could be sometimes. "uh-oh! erm...continue reading that novel you're hiding then; to keep your eyes off the road an...

     (Sequel to "I'm gonna quit writing...") I knock twice on the door and wait for an answer, which I don't get any time soon. "Knox! Are you there?" No answer. My eagerness to see my friend whom I haven't met for a month, or probably two gets me to break into his house to check in on him.  But I can sense an element of danger. Things don't look like they're where I last saw them in his apartment. Besides, I cannot recollect when I last gave him a visit, or where and when we'd last seen each other, my wrecked skull doesn't let me... I cough his name out. His living room is bathed in the dust almost making the air opaque. "kn-oh-oh-x-uh-uh" "Yes?" "Yes?" The echo gives me relief and I turn back hopefully, only to realize that it wasn't an echo..! My headache reaches me within a fraction of a second and I can vaguely visualize a tall lamp post on a sidewalk and the blurred image fades away as instantly as...

"Think outside the sink!" I’m Ms River, My hobby is to flow I’m pure and pristine and that’s all you need to know..! But my darker side has it, the nightmares I can’t bear ones I better keep to myself  but here I overshare..! I’ve often heard my mates, who were once taken of care now end up as gutters their condition’s beyond repair..! But those are the lucky few, some others are nowhere in sight which would’ve flowed as I do if only ‘Waste Management’ was brought to light..! Times have changed now, I have changed too I’m now Mrs River talking to you, Married to Mr Impurities, I’m no longer pure, I don’t have those nightmares anymore, I’m living one for sure..!