~ Lies

On the first page of our story the future seemed bright and like every book, the page turned…
And the second page made us out from brightness to darkness. You just gonna stand and watch me burning from the distant and raising again from the ashes like the bird far from egypt, the phoenix.

You not gonna come I know, cause am a wierd and destruction for you. Well I love you and love the way you lied me all through.
I lose, I fall, I cry but I’m not a liar rather am a lover who still loves you even if you tried to lie me…

You just gonna watch my destruction of me  killing myself, cause I wanna feel human blood in my hand and my soul is craving that peace and freedom to leave the solitary prison of my body and the cages which are bounding and surrounding the wild creature that roars with every beat, it too wanna break the cage cause it was hurt by your lies.
Lies…

~ Sid’
~ Infected Thoughts

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~ Intuitions.

Intuitions aren’t always correct…
Maybe I could bowl abit slow to take a wicket.
Maybe my hairs will look better if they grow long.
Maybe I’ll be able to look villianism if I grow more beard and moustache.
Maybe my answers are all correct and I get full mark.
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May I choke my wind-pipe to die and none to know… What for? Why for?
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Maybe it may hurt sliding the blades off the skin o’er the nerves abit faster.
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Maybe she is loving me and thats why I didn’t worked all this for her.
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Maybe…

~ Sid’
~ Infected Thoughts

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~ Womens.

She gave us birth. She bear the pain to make us come and live in this world. For her we are her world but for us she is just a day-off stuff rest days she is like a maid who does all.

From waking up early during exams to taking care of us and providing and fulfilling all our desires hiding from him and making our wish come true.
Saving from what she gets and buys whatever we demand.

But we never asked her what her demand was?
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Not all these materialistic stuff rather… Love, Respect, Protection, Caring and Above all Our presence is the most important to her.

…. Happy Womens Day Maa…

~ Sid’
~ Infected Thoughts

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~ Terrorism.

After the tiring day, with all dusts carried by him on his face, and hands swollen up due to immense pressure of work, he returned home, hoping that all his tiredness will go away seeing happy faces of his family.
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He reached, parked his scooter, held his bag onto the other shoulder, running down the yard, reached his door and rung the bell.
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He was welcome home by the blood spilling from inside the house through the doors to his feets.
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Yet another day at an Unknown Country.
~ Stop Terrorism.

~ Sid’
~ Infected Thoughts

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~ The Grave-Yard.

If I were a newer version would you love me?
Gosh, I still wonder about you till now but why, its unrequitted I know but am happy that I chose myself to fall for you.
Well I can twist you in my words and make you my story, essay or poem but can’t make you love me.
You won’t regret losing me, but I regret when you left me.
I was your option when no one else could entertain you and I did my bit knowing all I entertained you and loved you as I had never done.
Past’s are scary in my case. But you made my present and future a tragedy in this world of solitude, I’ll try to write my own fate.
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With this… he left the grave-yard with a drop in his eyes, yet to burst but none to care….

~ Sid’
~ Infected Thoughts

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~ Stilly Nights For Him.

The nightmare didn’t let him sleep. And in that fear, he didn’t slept. His weakness was she. And his nightmare her.

How can she frighten him? If he loves her?

The love remained silent during days and screamy during nights.

She was no more a living particle.
She was dead in his own thoughts.

~ Sid ‘
~ Infected Thoughts

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~ Little Princess.

The day for him was bit tiring, but after-work timing was enjoying. Returning home tired, he called off her, she ran to him and hugged him asking for some surprise gifts. As she was expecting all day for his warmth.
He stood there, hugging her and all his tiredness just vanished in only a hug. His eyes went wet, for not bringing any gifts for his princess.
He took her to their room and then he dropped his bag, then they went out to the balcony.
Silent night it was, moon was shining with all its beauty, stars were twinkling and then he quoted that thou I may not have brought any gift for my princess but I have a surprise for you. (And whats that?) Well you see the stars? Everytime you desire something, just look to the sky and ask for your wish and the brightest star from the distant will fulfill it by winking at you.
And as it winks to you, it will shine more brightly and I’ll get to know that my princess is in need of surprises. Love you my Daughter.
As dad. As daughter.

~ Sid’
~ Infected Thoughts

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~ Forever And Always.

She waits a little longer, there’s no no way. No one said they’ve seen him. (What happened to him?) She  looks back to the phone and suddenly it beeps, suddenly a voice message pops out, saying, something had happened and she need to hurry for him.
Her mind went back to a couple of weeks later and she thought of him saying… ‘I love you for now and forever and always.’
She went out a never ending maze, hurried in all what came through. She was cold enough and needed abit of warmth.
As she reached , They talk about what happened but she can barely hear them. She tried to keep it simple but she couldn’t fascinated by his love. She sits by his beside hold his hand too tight.
The house over the mountains where they would stay. Stay there forever and always.
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She too recited the same by seeing his love… I want you forever and always, I’m now in deep love with you and your presence.
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The End.

~ Sid’
~ InfectedThoughts

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~ The Loner Guy

Memories never healed his broken heart, rather it left a trail of scar to let him suffer with his own darkness.
With every puff of his cigar one could say how the tale of his was. But the tar which goes inside him fixes his broken heart. Tobbacco was the essence finest of all, he could offer a burnt smell to all.
Heavy heart.
Burnt smell.
Flooded eyes.
The Loner Guy.

~ Sid’
~ Infected Thoughts

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~ The course of true love never really runs smooth

I don’t know when it happened, or why it happened. You just stopped. There were no more phone calls in the middle of the night when you couldn’t sleep, no more texts that read, “I miss you.” The only time you said I was beautiful, was when I asked if I was. It’s not that I needed your validation, I just missed hearing it. When you answered the phone your voice sounded dull, the excuses were, “I’m tired.” “I don’t feel well.” I never knew the right words to say until after the conversation ended, my talking just felt like crunching leaves under your feet. You’d walk over me subconsciously, I felt like I was the gum on the bottom of your shoe. You’d get rid of me faster than you’d let me stay. I always held on a little too tight, a little too long, I guess I was just waiting for the favor to be returned. But your arms became cemented to your sides, like walls around your soul. I became the vines growing up the bricks, trying to be tall enough to get a peek of what’s behind them. I never was tall enough, I never was good enough. Soon enough the I love you’s just slipped your mind, you forgot. I stopped noticing how long it took you to reply, it became our new normal. The nights we went without talking, the mornings that went without the good, the days we talked for five minutes, it was all normal. You stopped. So, I’ll stop. Or at least, I’ll try…
– you stopped loving me…

~ Sid’
~ Infected Thoughts

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