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My most secret diary never got its due protection.Behind,my back it would be read by one or other. The things which I would shared with my diary, were read by others. They have no right to do so. They have no right to judge me. It hurts when your own people defines you.Because in their eyes, they are always right.They never want to accept their behaviour against you.For sake of satisfying their Mr./Mrs.Righteous fake image they would judge you, abandoned you and definitely prove you wrong. I hate it when those imaginary righteous people read me and defines me.As long as they assume they have done nothing,they have no right,no previlaged to know, read and comment on me

Bloody

I getting scared, scared on my own existance. Fingers keep gliding, my heart keep mashing, my soul is breaking, my body is distorting. Is there a way out..??Hell no! No,it doesn't seem so. Stabbers are your own ones They whisper shy cons Near in blood Nearer the bloody. They pretend they love But they carry hand hoe. The home stinks And homely stings. Beware of them They put blame. Shape yourself Make thyself.

Oh godly.!!

I am horrified. This world is so bad and evil. Civilization wears the mask of humans are hidden zombies who are carving for bodies of real men. They practice cannibalism, they consume the softest pistillate and pistillate parts. Deadening them to sacrifice their lives to the Holy fate. Oh, godly! You have forgotten your creation. Turn back, we are humans, in your devotion. Oh godly, shower some strength to us!!! HUMANS are heading to you, Don't YOU, lose YOUR way through . Oh godly, we still have faith To crush the evil to death.!!                   

Dear diary...2

Date:9 May,2018 Day: Wednesday                                   Another day, I woke at 4am and found presence of Satan on my bed,he has crushed the inanimates.When I get off the bed at 5:30, I was still shivering with fear,not ready to get off.Still I woke up,groomed myself and taking my books at hand.Suddenly,I listened a voice,the wicked mumbled, I said no,she mumbled again this time I listened a hiss of snake. I didn't gathered the courage of looking at hear.                                   Hitting the street I saw human dressed zombies.Igonoring them I looked at sky above.It was filled with colours.The sun was raising tardily. It seemed glossy. Its ligh...

Dear Diary...

Date :8 May,2018 Day: Tuesday                                                           Hitting down the way to home while riding, I saw zombies wandering all over the street.They were walking, wandering on streets, riding bikes and cars.Some were eating,some were preparing the same.Some were talking,some were just standing alone.They were not only in groups but also alone too.They were all same.They looked scary, completely inhumane.                               Taking the last turn to home, I sighed with relief.The road was clean,devoid of zombies,but with spine chil...

Being sacrasstic

Hmmm.. Let us be a little sacrasstic today. In Indian homes we often called our girl childs as "ghar ki ijzat" If we replace the word 'Ladki' (girl) with 'Ghar ki ijzat',then our desi sentences would be...and their reaction (This would be too hilarious 😂😂😂) (Just replace the word 'ghar ki ijzat' with 'ladki' to get original meaning)    🎇  Lets begin...🎇 🎀Ghar ki ijzat bahar jaa rahi😕😕😟 🎀Ghar ki ijzat aa rahi😊😊 🎀 Ghar ki ijzat khana khaa rahi😒 🎀 Ghar ki ijzat naha rahi😠 🎀Ghar ki ijzat sharma rahi😩 🎇CLIMAX🎇 🎀Ghar ki ijzat gir padi.😨😵 🎀 Ghar ki ijzat pani bhar rahi.😬 🎀Ghar ki ijzat chali gayi😨😨&#128...

I am titanium

One of my favourite song.... You shout it out But I can't hear a word you say I'm talking loud not saying much I'm criticized but all your bullets ricochet You shoot me down, but I get up I'm bulletproof nothing to lose Fire away, fire away Ricochet, you take your aim Fire away, fire away You shoot me down but I won't fall, I am titanium https://g.co/kgs/ NhN6db