Venom coated weapon

Some words are sharper than swords
They pierce you
Rip your heart
And leave behind ugly scars
The person who utters it
Sometimes might not even mean it
But it breaks The trust
And leaves behind anger and distrust
Some words are sweet as honey
They soothe your heart
Heal your wounds
But
Sometimes the person who utters it
Might not even mean it
And when you realize the truth
It hurts you like hell
Words are powerful than anything else
Be careful when uttering them
Every word uttered can cause a impact
It is a venom coated weapon

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Hey Ocean, Here I come

If you could plan your death, how would you plan it? #PlanUrDeath This is a very interesting thought. The thought itself is enough to chill our bones. Death is something which is beyond our control. It is the unconquered kingdom. It is something which we cannot predict nor decide. It happens in its own phase, in its own time and in its own style. Still given as a chance. It would be the most exciting and interesting event to plan. My death will be combination of the things I love. I would try to make it as interesting as possible. Goodbyes are very important to me. It gives a proper ending to our life. The problem with death is we never have time for good bye. The person suddenly disappears leaving a vacuum behind. This leaves the loved ones feeling lost. I will write a proper goodbye to all the important friends and enemies. Sometimes the people who make us cry are the people who has created a great impact on them. I would try to forgive the people who have hurt...

Rock to Sculpture

Every person we meet creates an impact on us. The way the impact works is quite surprising. Sometimes the impact created by a stranger is more than the impact by a close friend. I always consider life as a block of coal or a big piece of rock. The journey from Coal to diamond or Rock to sculpture takes a lot of time and can also be painful. It does not happen with a single person or with a single incidence. The conversation process is continuous and can happen till our last breath. We get better and better with age and experience. I have never managed to understand when a person reaches his best. Maybe the level is unattainable. Still changes, both ups and downs happen throughout our lives. I remember an innocent hyper girl who wore sensitivity on her sleeve. The smallest spark was enough to set her on fire. She was on the extreme of emotions. The emotions can range from Happiness, sorrow, loneliness and anger. Still the emotions controlled her and stole her sleep many nights. ...

30 minutes

The train came to a halt with a jerk. I gripped the support railing for balance. So did the people around me. Something felt different. The people and the surrounding was new and strange. I felt as though I was transported magically to an alien land. The people around me was busy in their own world. Some in their thoughts and some in their phones. At every stop a war brewed between passengers fighting over to get down and trying to board the train. I calmly stood there trying to understand the surroundings. Yet I could sense a Storm inside me. Like a programmed robot, I got down in a station. I stood there watching the train continue its journey. It was then I realised. Where the hell am I and who am I. I had no memory of both the things or anything for that matter. I sat in the nearest stone bench and tried to absorb the activity around me. I glanced at the phone and it read 9.00 pm. I tried to make a call and could not remember the pattern. The activity around me slowly became thinn...

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