Hand in Hand

The starry night blinked with light,
beats on the dance floor blurring my eyes.
I drank in excess, thus the state of sublime.
I was jumping and laughing,
as if it was the last night of my life.
I saw him, coming towards me and I held my breath.
Wondering would he lean in?
He held my hand and we sat down somewhere in the midst of nowhere,
but I liked it with him.
We did not move,
just stayed there;
hand in hand.

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‘Why’ Power

How many times has this happened with you, when you want to pursue something, or try to get out of an old habit, temptations circle you around and whispers in your ears, attracts you towards the false habits and delusions?
THIS IS UNHEALTHY.
When you want to achieve great heights, you need to maintain your will power, but I must tell you, will power is limited, while traveling on the road with hard rocks, your energy might drain.
But believe in yourself, get the IF and THEN theory into action, if the temptations cross your way, then make an excuse to them, do not procrastinate about the tasks you need to do.
Remember, will power is driven by the WHY of your life,
why do you want to exercise, because you want to lose weight,
why do you want to read books, to achieve knowledge
why do you want to spend time with your closed ones, because you care about them.
The key is to find the why,
But do not rush into all the things together, do it one by one.
one thing at a time continuously and constantly, make it a habit in sometime, then once it becomes a habit, take another task. This won’t drain you out and you would be able to spend your will bucks smartly.

Detox yourself by knowing yourself, know your why and spend the will bucks smartly.


The Dreaded Desires: Pleasure

You may not be ready, but you still take chances,
’cause you like to take risks, you are infatuated,
you want to try it out,
but you turn a blind eye to what is about to come your way.

In continuation of The Dreaded Desires: Beginning of Something..

It was 2 in the morning when Myra woke up to the sound of the wind coming from the balcony. Lying on the bed, she saw Roy standing with a cigarette in his hand, looking at the moon. Myra walked beside Roy while clutching the sheets to her chest.
“What are doing here this late?”, She looked at Roy and kissed his bare chest as he faced her.
Roy and Myra were meeting for the first time but it never felt like the first time. Maybe it was the booze or it was the vulnerabilities they both were facing.
Myra was trying to fill the hole which was recently dug and Roy, well he was trying his best to refill the tiny pits in his chest.

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Belong to Yourself

Belong to yourself

Belong to Yourself

Belong to people; you’ll be a disgrace.
Belong to the world; you’ll perpetrate.
Belong to the things; you’ll never have wings.
But belong to yourself, and you’ll achieve the freedom to live happily,
And the satisfaction within.

Soldier or Slave?

It’s Saturday night and I have a date.
Shh! It’s a secret. you must tell no one okay?
I am meeting her again at the beach,
It’s a house party where I invited her to meet.
Yes, Yes! I know, a long drive would have suited the best, maybe.
But you see, she is wild like an adventure,
definitely not pretty and sparkle.
Yes, she is the rainbow but she is also a siege.
It’s Saturday night and I guess I’ll tell her today.
Rainbow Six siege you’ll be my forever escape.

Rainbow Six Siege

Rainbow Six Siege

I open my eyes and I find myself on an island. I can see nothing but water all around. With sandy waves and sun rays hitting the moles of each pebble, I walk in my combat boots and L86 Assault Rifle by my side. The fellow soldiers are coming behind me as I give the lead to an entrance of a big beach house. There are tall palm trees and deflated tire tubes spread on the sand. I Look up at every nook and corner to sight for the defenders.

“All clear”, says CanyonHill

With a nod, I run towards the lower window and throw my drone inside the building. I look at the screen, broken glass and wine bottles are lying on the floor. The drone moves further to the kitchen sighting for the defuser. Taking an empty room as a signal, I move the drone on the upper floor. I see Yakon on the screen and his MP5 gun and there it goes, silence and blackout when the bullet finally tears the drone apart.

“The real game has just begun”, I say as we come in the real action phase. I, with my teammates, march towards the building and climb up the wall with the auto belay system. CanyonHills and HardSonnet get inside through the main entrance. I hear far gunshots noises as I hang on the wall. Yakon is dead and so does CanyonHills. It’s time for revenge. I climb up the wall and throw a grenade inside the window, and in less than 3 seconds it explodes giving me an advantage of disguising in the smoke. As I am about to enter I see a human figure shooting all over. With my L86 I shoot with a stop towards the shadow until the opponent dies. With blood spilt all over, my inside grins as I shoot another target and reload my gun. I sense the motion of the opponents again. I shoot them one after the other while shifting from one window to the other. I get inside the building again and pace towards the end of the hall, where I find CanyonHill dead.
“You played well, brother”, I blurted at the microphone.
Only I and one last defender is left to survive. As I move towards the stairs, I spot the defender and shoot him direct.

ATTACKERS WIN 

HeavyFeather: It was a well-played game, we shall meet again. Until the next time.
CanyonHill: Definitely
AntSeeker: Well played, HeavyFeather
HardSonnet: BADASS rocks!

I signed out of my gaming account and removed my headphones. It was 4 AM, early on a Sunday morning. I spent 6 hours alone on gaming, but deep down I was satisfied, because it was my choice. That is what I wanted, doing things what I liked on my weekends off, spending time with my love- my gaming and long sleep hours where there is no one to pull you out of the sheets.  Sadly my dream only lasted for a second when I looked at my phone screen, 12 miss calls and 20 messages,

“Pick up the phone, the boss called. He wants the presentation by tomorrow, 10 AM SHARP”

My inner happiness went down the gutter when I opened my office laptop and started making the lame presentation.

THE END