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There are certain ghosts who aren't apparitions of dead people, yet they are as much as the compacted night darkness in a forest. Have you ever seen the thick grounds, sunk with rotten skeletons of black leaves, and an invisible wall slandered around of a scent that consume your whole mind, let you be it's plaything. Such forests though exist, but are actually running in the minds of us, their leaves being memories that we try to leave behind, their scent being fainted pasts that keep on scoring a sad tone. And there are these ghosts, who can suck out all your drive to do something, to just take away your inside soul and make you like them, a faceless man. Have you found out if you're the ghost, or you're the faceless? #Saramts#thoughts#review

Our Thread was not Tied in Heaven Our Ways Didn’t Crossed By Fate Our Destinies were not Glued the Night We made Love We were never linked For We were never Apart Our Souls were Fused We were always One Thread #The_Robinhood #Quote #review

The book shows the way to a person, Does not give it by crossing the path. #AkashAP#review#qoute

"Excessive imagination destroys man" #AkashAP#review#qoute

When she is dismal, The heart cries blart, An auspicious time, it was When I met her: The world says My heart is a stone heart, So how did this heart Fall in love with her? The sun isn't so beautiful When it rises: I forget my self When i look in her eyes. #AkashAP#review#shortpoem

#Review#CA#random Withered hand you write so much and yet you say so little. Thoughts have burrowed within my heart. Eyes have betrayed my lips. These moments I have cast a stone and yet it is I to feel the weight of a boulder. For space and time cannot be altered. Only this step shall I finally ponder. Give my humble apology from within and let my life be offered. Only now with grace I seek to live without memory of my squander.

#review#CA#random Your smile broke into my soul. This is a feeling I have never known. A warmth that spreads to my fingers and toes. A kindness seen through someone else’s eyes. A world apart and yet so close. My mind is connected to yours. We are different and yet we are the same. You balance my weakness. I balance your strength. Some call this fate.

#review#cont#CA Time was fluid from the moment her hands touched. There was a wave of understanding. It was experience that brought her so close. This vulnerability resonating from this stranger. She became like a mother. Nurturing hidden wounds. She had learned that scars ran deeper than flesh and the mind could be like a prison.

I knew a girl who liked to draw, Pictures for only her eyes. She was more artistic late at night. Her drawings were different, No paper, No pen. But she needed a bandage, And wore long sleeves twenty-four/seven. We stood by the river, Under the stars, When she rolled up her sleeves And showed me her scars. She felt embarrassed and stared at her shoe. Then I rolled up my sleeves and whispered, "I draw too." #review#yourreview#noob

Honesty for one, behold my love. I'll come in your dreams, For every night that I'm gone. Honesty for one, Behold my Love. #review#noob#prose Author's note: This might not make sense because: There's a song that I only remember by the deep voice of the singer, the melody and the vague-not-so-understood lyrics. These are the words that match that voice and my feelings. And obviously not the exact lyrics.

Faith is a big word, Trust is what you can promise. And betrayal is what you fulfill. #review#noob#prose

So guys here it is! Finally I concluded to give it a shot after much contemplation. Never have I ever had shared this experience with anyone before. 'Twas the winters of 2000s,my parents were newly wed couples and had recently moved to a new place due to their official work. Lemme give u guys a closer view of that place. It was a small bungalow in the middle of nowhere,surrounded by colossal meadows that transcended alongway the bough of trees while leaving a dirt ridden aisle in between that led to the main door of the house. The bungalow comprised of 2 rooms,an attached hall,a kitchen and obviously a washroom.Just few steps away were the ruins of a sugarmill that closed down post the British era most probably. Perhaps a place creepy & scary enough to send chills down your spine. One fine night my dad & mom both were out till late.Usually my dad used to pick up my mom from her office as it was close to his place of work and then drove back to home. So like everyday he did the same.Everything was going fine and dandy until the very next minute which was gonna leave a profound impact on their minds & was not in any way gonna wipe off from their memories anytime sooner. My dad was driving past that sugar mill & it was utterly dark all around.When suddenly he applied the brakes on the sight of a woman sitting amidst the road wrapped up in a fleecy white gown facing the opposite side.He honked & continued to frantically honk in vain.Pestered by this attitude he stepped out of the car & went upto that woman.As soon as he said something she turned her face leaving my parents in a dazed state.With her eyes bulging out,plethora of cuts & bruises on the face & a skin saggy enough giving the impression as if it's gonna fall off the bone at any moment just like the wax from a lit candle. In addition to what was a fetid that was unbearable alongwith some worms crawling all over her body....trust me she was way more horrific in actual than this description. For a while my dad went all numb losing his ability to think & comprehend. My mom a religious lady began spewing out every single sacred spell she knew while my dad who was dumbstruck till now rushed towards the car with all his might,took to the steering wheel & drove as fast as he could. That particular night was their last at that place when they shifted to a densely populated part of the city the very next day. Soon after that incident in 2001,I came into existence. #San#review#horrorstory