To all the things I’ve loved, there is a certain something or rather someone that truly fancies my mind much like the feel of a warm breeze on a cold day gently touching your face and you feel all relaxed and eased up all of a sudden. But that doesn’t last long, the feeling is overwhelmed by a distant spark in the weakly dissipating clouds making its way through the grey haziness constantly charging forward ionising molecules making chemistry visible, a connection that cannot be hindered by the million atoms that make the space between.

~ v.s

Let's just meet and feel each other's soft tender skin with sweaty hands, wet with desperation and nervousness which ever seems to amaze my consciousness, taste each other's skin, bite each other's lip and just sense each other's saliva crossing each other's mouth, and surprisingly find it sweet till the very end, smell each other's body and nibbling on each other's stomach, playing with ears, hair and what not. Discerning places no one ever imagined to stroke, and hush ! Stop right there at once and stay up all night, talk and talk with either of our body sandwiching the other just caressing the softness.

~ v.s

Dear heart robber,

Before you came in my life, I vaguely had an existence, but ever since my heart started believing it has you in every obstacle it faces this life has finally started to make sense to me. You, dear, have shown me rainbows in a desert, an aurora in the sky everytime I look, I've started blushing, smiling at the worst possible places; the middle of road, a crowded metro, in my dining. Darling, you have made me crazy. This man just doesn't want a life where his better half is not present, he needs you, every time, every where. The moment you came in my life it was like you just came to me and shook my hand, looked deep into my eyes and said, "You're about to become crazy".

I just can't ever explain how much I love you. I am yours, and you are mine. Forever and ever and ever after.

Happy Valentines Day better half.

~ v.s

What do you hate the most?,

"Society"

Why?,

"It does the same thing again and again"

And what is that?,

"It judges You".

~ v.s

Immerse your mind,

In the songs of the divine,

Run, run, while there is still left time…

The cold street,

Where the dead bodies left discrete,

Readily chopped off to meat…

The thieves have their loot,

The police on top of its boots,

Comes in the mustering squadron, to signal it hoots…

The sound came loud,

Smirched by the enemy,

For smithereens I bowed…

Captured, I moved ahead,

The place where everyone feared to tread,

Chained, enfranchised by a clog was I to behead.

Trying to escape in strife I strike,

They said to me for Treason, for Treason,

My head be put on a spike…

~ v.s

Why are you leaving the group again and again? Is it something to do with us?,

"No it's not!"

Then why?,

"Simply because I don't like chaos in my life, I just like being with a few people. That doesn't mean we're not friends anymore, we are! It's just I don't like everyone. Sometimes I just like being lost in my own thoughts, being lost in my own world and if it makes sense, being alone, with a few I care for".

~ v.s

Sometimes you feel things, really deep things, you don't really know what it is, it seems as if the whole world just stopped moving, you don't feel like doing anything, just want to sit in a corner alone with yourself, isolated with your thoughts. Broken feelings appear on your face, whatever they are. A heart full of scars, shabby, with a dagger plunged deep inside. There is this hollow feeling inside you, you feel empty. Just an empty vessel which makes noise when struck. Your heart which once felt things, has now turned into a lifeless organ, just a piece of stale dead meat, that's it.

~ v.s

Why do people say they don't like killing when they do? Seems hard to agree with. I know. But isn't there something telling you at the back of your head to invite frenzy but you stop at the last moment. It is Conscience that stops you from becoming what you really are. We're all killers! Everyone kills something or the other, thoughts, feelings, emotions. Why do people enjoy killing so much in video games? Movies? Why do they enjoy handling that person inside the screen and kill? We are all at our different levels of crazy, some can just ignore the voice and move ahead and some cannot. It's just a matter of click in the moment.

- v.s