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The days and years are passing by…Its time that I look back…but hey that's what I have been doing all these years…..Now why I have been doing that I really do not know..But may be am attached a bit too much to it...and so I somehow think its time I learnt to move on… Yes! I have to look ahead to open path…the path that will provide me something that will make me have affirm footing in the society..

I have learnt it the hard way that yes I have realized after a long time that the world out there is a cruel..The more you give it the more it sucks..the more you infringe yourself the more it tarnishes you…. the times require nothing but a perfect mixture of both the devil and the cherubin though the Lucifer wouldn be really a bad option..Money, power and physical strength is something that has the last word but…well then some cannot inflict even though they possess all….May be those people are called timid…meek…they are called dumb…losers but that's what I have been telling that the winners are the biggest losers of today.

What I have learnt in the first 12 years of my life has been all proved wrong by the society and this is really a dog eat dog world…

Well if that's the way people want it…the way everybody is I am no saint to follow the path of a pious satan……The feelings will still remain the inflict on those very few alike however the Lucifer shall rise for the might is right in the society and its time some timid s rise up to show what courage is all about..

They say when you pay the bad with good what do you pay the good with??Hmmm! that's the way it is…but I was wrong for a long time..Time changes ,time heals …And yes ! the doom hour beckons me…The hope fairy flutters for the revival or reprise………The World Shall Welcome A Darker ME……..

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Butterfly said…
"...and its time some timids rise up to show what courage is all about."
Now, that's a beautiful line.:-)
February 3, 2008 at 3:37 PM
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