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Pricking the Porcupine

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I was comfortably numb & dumb, But this atrocious crust made me succumb! How pure I was in that womb? Will my flesh decay in my tomb? The skin embossed with the spines in line, I knew , I am the porcupine! Of bleeding others , involuntarily, I feel heavy with cardiomegaly! Touching me , Why do you regret? Don't you know , its my reflex? How would you , poor mortal! Only HE knows the way I feel! The sun & the moon takes rest, but my eyes are spared from its zest! Dwelling under this blanket of gloom, now , it has become my doom! I am shutting down my heart! There's none around me unhurt! I don't wish to start to again! I would better end my lively pain! this post is to all the victims of the porcupine[thats me!];I have hurt almost everyone around me, please forgive me!! There's a hell of things pricking inside the porcupine.Trust me!! GOD SAVE ALL!!
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We might as well be Strangers....

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I see in your eyes something malignant. Why don't you spit it out? Right on my face, rather than on my ass. Prick my heart, if that's your choice, from the anterior, though! There's something more worse than hatred, I realize it now, quite late. Its your kiss of indifference, you unleash upon me. The eye of a stranger, you stare at me. Have you lost your past? Didn't our days last? where and why have you gone? Am I incompatible with the souls of the universe? Don't ever prove me wrong! I can move without you. I have shoulders to cry. Hands to hold. Friends to hug. But remember one thing, I never said "Goodbye"..... this post is dedicated to my roomie , for having been on my side through hard times, erasing my loneliness of me, though he didn't know whats going inside me!
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In our Own selves....

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Do you know where I am? Do you know where you are? Do you know where we are? The grass isn’t green. The snow isn’t white. The light isn’t bright. The taste isn’t sweet. The atmosphere is strange. The air is misty. The vision is out of range. Your cheeks are thirsty. The sky looks pitch black. The birds don’t seem to fly. There is something the winds lack. Even the hard rocks cry. Is this place, the Mars? No it isn’t. This is something familiar. I had been here before. Losing the skin you possessed. Gaining superficial colors you never need. Exploring the mind you never had. Dreaming about the rainbow you never will have. Do you know where I am? Do you know where you are? Do you know where we are? I am buried alive… You are buried alive… We are buried alive… In our own selves...
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Just Hate This!

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Today was not a good day at the college..after all when had it been good when there is a viva?? I hate them so much..Bcoz the reason is I am somewhat poor in practical things..And to know why I am poor in those, my attendance will solve the mystery.. I love studying for theory exams(I really mean it!!).. Basically I love working hard .. I just love those pre-exam days when I go on without a stop for more than 14 hrs a day.. Now in this pre final, we write three subjects viz. ENT, Ophthalmology, PSM(preventive & Social Medicine).. I will appear for those in January ,probably 23rd.. So I just hate these days with no real hard things to do .. I know there's a hell of things to be known yet I don't feel like grabbing them to my brain disk.. Yes I am feeling Lazy!! And coming back to today's exam, I had to record the case from the patient and present it before the professor..the case was recorded well(courtesy:case sheet and friends!!:D:D) and when it came to presenting , ...
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No More...

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I saw her, on a day I was born, first. From then, none could quench my thirst. she was cute, & I was a brute. yet it was a match made at the celestial abode. It was love at first sight. I sheltered her with all my might. I have laughed,cried,lied,spoken everything to her with my heart open. I thought I would live with her forever. But it all ended in no where. She was more than a friend. But all good things come to an end. May be I was holding her too tight. Now, I've to be an insomniac at night. Tell me where did you go? To the high Heaven or the Hell so low? For I've to ask you, "Did you ever love me??"
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Do these count??

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Of the music, the purest, Betwixt the souls, the rarest, The spell of scintillating silence. To hurt, do I've the license? To coagulate,I nipped the bud, To hire peace in the bed. The dead dreams, of my sight, Now I wonder whether its right? When I see you, let me be blind! I don't wish my heart to grind! From the inside of my head, I hear two, of which I am confused which is true? The bleed is now indocile. I am sick of being a missile, that penetrates other's leaf. Do these sins count to my life?
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