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Note: The words might have formed from my pen but the sole inspiration is a YouTube video that I recently watched from Instagram.   I want to feel safe and secure but how can I rejoice knowing no future awaits me. The exact words of Greta Thunberg. She is a 16-year-old activist who has become an inspiration to teenagers and youths to address this issue of climate change. Yet standing with cheerful slogans and walking the streets as a part of Instagram feed or school project or just only because of a lousy day, you are fooling no one. Criticizing great world leaders, we probably are thinking we are the superheroes saving the hot planet by demoing the villains i.e. great world leaders. Its high time you get out of this fairytale and realize each one of us is a villain. Even if under pressure if the government bans use of vehicles for less carbon emission, its us who’s going to be in disadvantage and the criticizing will not stop. Each one of fuels to this great problem, w...

The Soviet Union of Nazis or Nazi were a strong believer in the concept of hollow earth. This concept states that the earth is hollow and some highly intellectual civilization recites underneath the main land. It is also said that Hitler and his beloved Eva escaped there after WW2 as their bodies were never found. During those times, they also conducted an experiment and started digging the Earth in order to reach its center. Even though they couldn’t really reach their destination, they discovered a shocking yet little known facts. Our textbooks have taught us a certain pattern with great bravado and if we remember, we have been taught that the Earth has certain layers in a chronological manner. Yet when they dug, they discovered that a complete layer was missing, meaning earth never had the layer. People then started questioning what else are the text books lying to us and can we really trust those? Are you going in believe in a book written by someone you never met? Today pe...

‘Nice!’ he says without a hint of emotion as my brain cells quarrel with each other to analyze what it really means. Yet, I smile a broad-teeth showing smile, fully knowing that his going to return me one of his own. I call him an introvert, silent; a man of virtue yet filled with so much of questions for his little head. It would cost too much trouble if you speak with him and not look at those chaotic black eyes. A zeal of words; the voices escapes unwillingly through his half- pouted mouth pleasuring the commotion it results. Reputed for a shy being, only people closest know even the blood flowing in him enlightens the vigor of a warrior. Only few people realize the veiled threat that is portrayed in those mischief twinkles. No wonder he reflects the eye of a tornado; calm and callous. When the delicate fingers of wind tangle his rough hair, hose strands of hair flirt with the eyes that are busy flirting with the world around. A square peg ion a round hole, he reminds of s...

The first time I saw him, I was petrified. His aura clanged to my nerves and won’t let go. The clean-cut hair with its deceiving hairline made in the trendiest fashion made him resembles some sort of model for a shampoo add. The deep sunken eyes carried the late long hours of concentration and the genuine happiness for whatever it caught. The dark thin eyelash hid the little know fact of his late-night parties. His aquiline nose made him resembles so much like the cruel birds hunting their prey, yet the rosy cheeks and perfect white teeth condemn just the opposite. One look at the chubby nose and you’d be unnerved to unfold all the secrets underneath it. An olive complexion broad should fell in the thin waist that gave rise to his long, slender legs. A man at ease, he knew exactly what needed to be done. When those loafers moved to the rhythm of the Rolex that was fastened in his hands, it was as if the cupid descended the earth. The rising and falling chest could not easily hide...

When the delicate fingers of sunlight hits your vines like strands of hair entangled in itself, you shine like flower slowly sheading your petals from your face. Dark chocolate like skin shines with vanilla like purity when those lips curve in a smile. A broad smile; bit by bit showing your crystal like soul. The eyes coal like showing your heart full of embraces and love for the world. When I gaze at you, you fill up my every void.

He is an introvert; a silent simple man people would call him. But to me he is the eye of a tornado, callous and calm. – as his name suggest, he is the sun radiating vigor in my life. He is also the Shakespeare of many badly written poems. We not only share the same habit of torturing people through mock politeness, but also the same age. Although smaller than me, he stands with confidence and pride hung in his nose. Badly built man, evolution hasn’t favored him as he reassembles a lot like an ape. His versatile taste amazes me yet when we get together chaos of Euphoria surrounds us. A baffled man, he is the one who slakes my every thought of malice. People would call us best friends but I call me my inbred melee.

The smile; with its long and delicate fingers gently parts my strawberry like full lips, swiftly flowing from those parted lips down to the aisle where it nests forever in the cores of my pampered heart; that sings, screams, flings, and clings to the cruelty of the loved jet black coal like eyes that stubbornly refuses to stop feasting on my hazel ones; for it shows my crystal like soul burning with fire for an ambrosia like love that prognosticates the promises for tomorrow and days after that.