d_demandasaurus

Changing the course of the wind is what I wanted The storm washed me away To rescue all indeed I tried The flood washed me away   Now I have the clouds of silence Above me they wait to burst A glimpse of sunshine just charges me, it’s slow I wait for complete muscle   Why did I plan to change the course? Asks my sour throat, now Why did I go fast from the source? Asks my tired legs now   I was running away from reality then, I was running away from my past later I was running away from the mistakes I did last, I am now standing still state, where and why should I run?   There is no quitting to things I do There is no turning back There is just one path leading out That is fighting, till the knockout   Will I get washed in the rain? Will the storm drain me away again? Will I be able to stay in the ring? Will I be able to run away from the Bulls behind? YES, I will!                         ...

Disclaimer: for all of you who don't know or are not aware of the concept of Model UN, it's a simulation of the United Nations. This story is part fiction. All characters and events in the following are just a coincidence. I'd blame destiny for that, and so should you.  PLEASE comment after you read it, whether you like it or not ... I'll love it!  ------------CUT TO- ILS HOSTEL ROOM No.16------------ Adu: So how was the SIMUNC 2010? (Removing his clothes)Had fun? Dev: it was archetypal private college MUN... Rich, Babes, Food, Bands, etc... Adu: Sweet! (Now hanging his clothes) 3 days have gone since I’ve seen you D tell me, dude... Dev: there was one thing I wanna tell you! I meet Lechi Mon Su and had lunch with her! Adu: YOU Went on a D-A-T-E? (Just wearing the essentials) Dev: No, not date technically but yeh sort of… (Irritated by his attire) dude! Wear something! Adu: tell me the story, and yeh stop scratching your underarms… and (sarcastic tone) yeh never mind wi...

In the depths of my wounded heart, pages torn, A story of separation, forlorn. Once set, our date, like ink on paper, But the hand of fate, an unwelcome caper. A day before love's holiday embraced, Our paths diverged, emotions displaced. A letter she wrote, now turned to ash, Love's testament burned, its memories dashed. She sought reconciliation, seeking peace, But within, love's flame began to cease. Her words, a mask for a heart that strayed, Love's ties unraveled, bonds decayed. For a month, she called, regretful voice, Yet within me, I knew the choice. The day arrived, we faced our truth, Melodies played, carrying wounds of youth. "Why was the story left incomplete?" I questioned, pain's echo, bittersweet. Distances vast, like a chasm's expanse, Songs whispered, haunting in their dance. Those melodies, like ghosts, lingered near, Repeating memories I once held dear. Other chapters rewritten, tales released, But her words lingered, a wound not ease...