The end.

A long tunnel
Dark and cold awaits
For each and everyone
Who have truly lived their lives
In a few moments
For someone
High and mighty
Created so called balance
Forcing everyone who reaps
To sow
Everyone who laughs
To mourn
And everyone with a story
To finally put a full stop
In his hopefully never ending cycle.

And every great story comes to an end,
With a long guitar solo
Harsh words
Mild pause
And an echoing in the backdrops
Screaming the pain that can't be flushed
The subconscious simply spilling dreams
To calm the human body and soul
While one desperately hangs on
To something that ceases to exist

Trying to forget
Is nothing but an illusion
Created to calm those
Who cannot face the world as it is.

Roger Waters 2nd coming :Live Earth concert India

Come again, we have already met. Not so soon but somewhere in time. I have not forgotten how the crowd breathes when you started to play after the long long wait. Everybody including a new timer waiting for the great gig in the sky. Where we can wander aimlessly in the dwelling of music surrounding us like hands of a mother.

We have not forgotten where we were almost 2 years back. Preaching the eyes that wrote a thousand melodies with or without the creator of this pact. You are a legend in the arms of devotion we have to offer to you.

When I heard about this concert, I told my friends to run like hell for the tickets. For there are only a limited seats to enter past the gate and witness signs of life in this world where only lies and fellony exist.
We do not despise the loss of a family member. And Im talking about just the Wright one

Come once more for your followers await your arrival.Sell us tickets, make us wait. Perform an eclipse, show us the dark side of the moon

We await your arrival.

Why I didn't do college in my hometown

You can see the friend request on the top of the image from Yash from my hometown, then the reply I gave him and then what he replied back. This is absolutely not photoshopped except for the blurring and cropping I swear. Absolutely original.

This is why I did not go to college in my hometown. Because I would not know
the difference between a "Hi" and somebody calling me an impotent plastic
bag full of piss.

Meet "Douche"

Its called "Douche" and this guy is my very own home made character. Click on the pic to see it.