On the first of every year, I make sure that I script down the predictions I think will come true for the year and beyond. Today, I was writing one for the financial publication, which is one of the key publications of our company and the region. Well, this night, I find myself staring into a mirror—one that urges me to reflect upon myself. Hence, I took up the pen, as I told by myself!
Years ago, I remember telling myself that I needed someone to rely on. With the kind of superpowers and vision I have, I often get lost in my own head. And today, I find myself independent, running entirely on my own despite having that someone. Now, I realize that I am the only one I can ever truly rely on.
I often ask myself how I ended up with this pen of mine. Oh, hash, cocaine, and MD! It always takes me a moment to answer why I started writing despite carrying so many secrets of my own. Writing has always been a lifelong romance in the making! Even today, I sleep with this pen and its wild darkness. But amidst all the chaos around me, let me tell you this: I am moving toward the light of the fire—toward people discovering me out of the darkness.


Steam-of-Concissiousness

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Not a quarter of my pen, yet she was driving men crazy! My eyes were moving like a whirlwind all over her comment box. These cheeks of affection from men, on these digital writing walls, were giving me heartaches. My pen failed to attract those chicks, and I was feeling helpless and lifeless.

Nobody minded me in my good days, shun! They never saw the impressive range in my words back then. People with no hodgepodge of ideas about my write-ups commented on my walls—some nonsense. My countrymen discouraged me; giggly, wicked eyes followed me. That is why I decided to find a new Avatar for myself, and I did. Men, fellow men, loved me in my new Avatar. They masturbated in their brains and showered me with love in my veins as comments of rain. I then raised my words, slowly drew a realistic depiction, and started holding many by their collars, hahaha! Today, he is soon going to gain royalties from and around this world. And that he is very much here, and certainly, certainly his rivals must fear him now.

Transform 2024

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"Inside the waves
of her penned love letters
I found shells of that misty rhythm
I then wrote heartfelt confession
along with those beats
and my camouflaged love
now was felt through her
whispering red lips
then my jittery heart
along with those piquant lips
sang a new found ornated
romantic line."

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To live better everyday,
conquer your inner weather,
those fierce winds and dark skies
should be moved away for sure
into clear skies and calm breezes,
love!

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These dark leaves,
are they the symbol of
my crestfallen days?
These dead leaves,
from my soul have
turned blue; my mind
tree has finally shed
them this winter!
Say quash, hush, it's me!
Don't rush, let me be free.

Those memories
never did bode well
with me. Now that they have
finally left my soul,
they can also be a signal
to return to my overt
joyful soul & ornated style
of soulful writing.
Say quash, hush, it's me!
Don't rush, let me be free!

Its baleful effect
has almost derailed
my soul! Now perhaps,
it can be a symbol of
quietude as well!
Say quash, hush, it's me!
Don't rush, let me be free!

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Then I saw 2 ladies gazing at each other, one wearing a little too short skirt and the other in her usual horror black wear. And me? A pathological single man who happens to call himself a very observant writer, observing the topography and the nature of these young ladies! One could be a wife to an authoritarian husband or a daughter of an authoritarian father. The other could be born in a household where relationships are not that meaningful, where baggages of being a beautiful obedient wife doesn't exist!

Ohh, I don't judge things I can't control, but this piece requires you to believe me, so please! The man in me tells me to not to look at one woman at a time, hahaha! Maybe the pain these women carry can not be understood by me, which means I am a mean strut or blunt writer, hey nope!

But hey listen, if those ladies are reading me, listen to me please, whatever be it that you hold inside, don't ever shut your soul out. And if you are confident being inside that wear, go ahead and live your life! And who is stopping from trying what you want to? The other day I wore my superman costume and everybody was looking at me, yeah I bought some new pink underwear, hahaha!

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A lot of you were very much inspiring!

But you!

And I was drawn to write not only by curiosity and zeal, but the heart that your words possessed. This is for you!

My inspirer lady! Thank you so much!

"Editor by profession,
writer by passion."

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that revealed I had a lot more potential than I thought! I am the fire, I was looking for 💥💥💥💥.

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that wont fly away
with force of the wind
that brings it down.

It will still look fresh,
no matter for how long
you stamp it down
with your powerful feet!

Solence your lies,
and get to live with it!!

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Do you know, how they purify gold? It is a chemical process that separates particles and purifies the Gold to its finest. A lot of those shells get diluted away in the process. Thanks to my 9th standard chemistry teacher, I am forever grateful to have learnt that!

Likewise it requires a certain amount of discipline, perhaps even plenty of misery to have this level of identity in the market as a 'ghost writer'! Finally my experiences have started earning me royalties from the world around me. Well, by now I have nearly 7 plus years of serious writing skills. Those were the days when writing was a war, today it's a pure delight. Right now I can take my Sabre (pen) out from my pocket and slice you into pieces.

My conviction tells me to stay silent and smile back with vengeance or just make those ripples with my words so that you will start shivering up to your toes!

My Golden Sabre!

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