Pulse

This is what I spend a good hour on today. Its true, I am no Picasso BUT I do enjoy painting, the same way I enjoyed it as a kid. (P.s. everything I want to draw is 10 times more beautiful in my head,so open those imaginative horizons) 

Why persist to reside inside, when mocked you are outside? When hands to tarnish  are alert you opt to survive? I despise your resilience, oh so badly, I do it's pitiful how you exist all veiled and so timid! Have some dignity oh, hope! or borrow it from sorrow - so tenacious  it is don't you follow? Morrow or today, or even now  as I say, Kill yourself or so shall I.    Save the agony of fighting, trying to rescue all that which is a lie. Go on - please,  just die.

I can talk about dreams all day long. They are fascinating as it is! and mind you, if you don't  find them interesting what so ever, I think imagination and curiosity within you has seized to exist. They are the  indication of the basic natural creativity that all of us possess and none can escape. It is like a law of nature that signals and announces the vitality of imagination. OK. Chucking the philosophical rambling and getting to what I was here for, a dream that I saw. This is the first time I am going to narrate a first hand, sort of,  experience to you guys. You have my permission to laugh and well, enjoy. I know I did when I woke up. [Oh by the way, just a precautionary warning : This is going to smell,taste and sight weird] Here goes : Like all dreams tend to have, or not to have,  this one dream of mine had no exact starting point to it. I was starring this dream with two other people. I say starring cause it felt like a movie, you'll know why. One...

Inside willingly, but not trapped succumbing to the responsibilities, all held. Young, I thought I'd escape Oh dear! was that a mistake. Ideas are mere droplets, clouds to rain are needed. Willing is not totality, Strength to do is central. Take my word, to achieve and reach break your bones or else all you'll breach, is a thin lining to your inner self - which is surely, sheerly just the first step. Just... the first step.

An Ordinary Guy: The Surprise : They talk and she's fast forward. He's a bore and she's not. A story that gives a lot leaving in you to read. :3

She waved to make herself noticed. He in nervousness, something he wouldn't usually feel around her, stood halfway up and sat immediately. Preparing mentally his side of the argument. 'You don't look good. Let's order food first... you respond well with a full stomach' she said seating herself right in front of him. The remark did lighten the mood. But his insecurity by now has settled in deep. He began to marvel at the idea of her being in his life, how she changed him, all as if it will be gone the next moment.  'Order something...' she said He nodded still tied up in his thoughts. Looking through the menu, reading it but hardly comprehending.  Faiza seeing him not response told the waiter 'He will have the same as me' 'Yeah sure..'  'I don't want to rush you into anything, but before you kill yourself thinking about all that can possibly go wrong, I want you to think about the possibilities I am offered..' 'Poss...

So I am done with my examinations and the first thing that pops in my head , as naturally, is of making the best use of summers. As expected and experienced, things do go wayward. The peace is remarkable, and quite addictive. I'd continue with my posts soon. This was partly to let you know that I am alive and have my eyes on all of you reading. Kind of in a creepy way. Thanks, Regards. Another dumb blogger.