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how far is east is from the west?

The stars across the skies laid sparsely as I looked into the plain vast blackness of the incessant flow of time, never waiting for anyone. Sporadic clouds were forming above my head, swirling, my thoughts were lingering around with the... Continue Reading →

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Reach For Hope

Traversing through the concrete jungle, Entering the hearts of lions, Gleaming resplendently in the crescent night, Where love and hope is relative. I want to know how far I can go; I want to know how high I can reach.... Continue Reading →

Originals by Adam Grant (Book Review)

Talking about creativity analytically, critically and minutely, this is how Originals is born. This is not a typical fact and evidence book, like many other non-fictions out there (although I have to admit some parts are rather tedious to read).... Continue Reading →

Close Your Eyes

Standing in the vicinity where Mr. Thomas was doing his painting, I never knew what his next brush would be, it could be a stroke that awakens a capture from nature; a dab that dabbles over the skies; a smudge... Continue Reading →

I Murdered Myself

Doing this, Rushing that, Slowly losing myself Into conforming with the harsh reality. Rushing this, Completing that, Have I really ever achieved anything? When did I last reflected upon myself? Long time ago, Not so long, I was ambitious, daring,... Continue Reading →

Struck.

Chill beats were playing at the background, I was not satisfied, I needed something more inspiring. My fingers shifted it into classical orchestra, nope, Japan songs, better. The language portrayed was incomprehensible yet enlightening. I cocooned myself on my chair, hoping that some movement... Continue Reading →

The Rush.

It has been a long time, Since I got the 'kick' To actually do something. This is intriguing, Reigniting the forgotten spark in me, Unfathomable. I want to feel like this Alive, and refreshed. Wow... Sitting down, Doing the things... Continue Reading →

Zeroed Out

There were countless stars in the dark skies. I could see patterns, shapes, Dancing around, even engaging in battles; But, now, What I see was just White glittery stuffs staining the dark skies, Not even worth my glance anymore. Conjuring... Continue Reading →

Circle

Have you ever wondered, why The fans kept spinning in circles, Round and round, Round and round, Never escaping the loop of their cycle. Every single time they were given The power to move, They chose to move in circles.... Continue Reading →

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