I learnt something last night. Whenever you feel sleepy or angry or sad or in any emotion that has a counter effect on your attitude, just stay silent and don't do anything. Because the probability of you doing something stupid tends to one, that is, an inevitable event. 'Party Tricks' was not supposed to be published. It was just the rumblings of a mad mind. I feel terrible that I wrote it and worse, published it. And I am deeply sorry for the inconvenience.

But as everything has two sides, it helped me meet a new group of people. And I consider myself lucky for that, very lucky. Please regard that article to be a part of the horrible mood swings in a teenager. Sorry, all.

Sitting under the full moon

Crying wasted tears for all of the unrequited love I've poured into another soul

and my heart bleeds oceans for those I'll let in

the graveyard of my past wailing to be saved

but there is no going back for them now

and who will come for me?

Ending up scoping the infinite where there is a confusion between me and my soul.

Embracing the taste of freedom and the bitterness of injustice. That's me and my soul.

Selling a dream that I can't afford. That is me and my soul.

Waking up with yesterday pains and regrets. That's me.

Willing goodness, amelioration and elevation. That's my soul.

Looking for understanding, answers and clarity. That's You!

you’re wonder and cold stars;

a touch of fire under my fingertips

an ache in my feet

i can’t turn away

we’ve been chasing cars

for almost all our life

stumbling after the blur of

red & blue light

until everything tangled

together

& sometimes the darkness

feels like light too

you keep telling that

you miss me

but i’m right here

She drowned herself in waves of temporary relief

Loving the cleansing burn as she swallowed her own belief

Fully aware of the told dangers that stalk, lurk and creep

Her innocence on the shelf, selling for disturbingly cheap

An aimless gaze

Bringing bliss

Causing chills, all

Directions missed

Entangled lies, done by

Fictitious scenes of

Giving love with

Hidden means

Inducing eyes always

Judging my moves

Knowing my weakness, then

Leaving me soothed

Mellow voice has

Never heard no

Omitting passion for a

Perfect show

Quietly cooed as we

Rest untouched, I'm

Sweetly embraced but

To stay is too much

Under your thumb with

Violence and yells, you

Whisper me under

Xanax’s calm spell

Your lips they tremble with

Zealous motivation, though you're looking at me... your heart is taken