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Sacrilege Against the Sacrosanct Sanctum

Sacrilege Against the Sacrosanct Sanctum CAUTION:READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. i am not sure one will come out very out of this article so please understand the caution. What do u mean by Ramayana, is it R

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Musings2 min

Mad Song

U GOT TO READ THIS : A CLASSIC STYLE OF POEM Night is bright, the cloud don’t shine Stars silhouette the sun dare whine Moon peeps through the celestial divine Befells to dotage at vespers nine. In a

kruttik agarwal📘·202·2
Musings1 min

Chinta and Chita

THIS A HINDI TOPIC SO PLS UNDERSTAND THE TOPIC FIRST. Chinta and Chita both burn, each, turn by turn. Chita kills , you cease to exist. Chinta kills your pretention to live. On Chita , the log writes

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Musings1 min

Wake Up or Fall Asleep

DONT READ THIS In vaudiville of noise, silence lost its voice. Thoughts lay whore to popular perspectives, and the brain devours masochism. But they wont listen to me their ears motgaged in the marke

kruttik agarwal📘·150·2
Musings1 min

The Vision of sin

Read this to have a vision of your sins Sit down and have no shame, Cheek by jowl , knee by knee. What do I care for any name? What for, order or degree. Let me screw you up a peg, Let me loose your

kruttik agarwal📘·263·2
Musings1 min

HEATHEN STIGMATA

THE SUN NOW SEEMS TO SET ,TIME SHOWS ME THE BAYONET, IT SEEPS THROUGH THE FLESH BUT NO MORE PAIN,THE WORLD SAW ME ALL IN VAIN, AND I WAS THE HEATHEN STIGMATA. A truth we live with all our lives, we m

kruttik agarwal📘·106·1
Musings1 min

War for Territory

Fight and fight till we die, when neither u nor me is left to cry. Then u win the war for territory Fight with guns , fight with knives, fight with awesome dynamites. fight with the dad , fight with

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Musings1 min

Turn On The Mirror

Do you really see yourselves when you look at the mirror , i dont think so. Yesterday it so happened, I saw him in the mirror. Raw emotions , wounded psyche he was not me. Imploring to the merciless

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