By the roaring waves!

Abuse

Could a poem cover it?

Nahee, no way. 26 letters in English and 52 or so in Urdu. Have you seen the black in abuse? IT’S A VAST SEA

IT’S NOT JUST A VAST SEA, oh please help me find a word greater than a sea. This is storm-in-a-sea, fast moving, all ending, utter utter utter blinding. Can you see the centre?

Oh fuxk. This is not a test. You don’t win if you tell the right metaphors.

Red blood, purple bruise, black eyes. We all know it. And your pitiful “bleeding” heart

Grow up. Grow out of this poem. Grow out of your “tearing” heart. No, not with more knife.

Abuse. Here, take this word. Will you lock yourself behind a washroom door or would you hold a blanket over your face so tight your knuckles would go white. Oh haha.

More colors. It smells of doom to me.

Shushhh. No more.

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By the roaring waves!

“Memory Erasing Pills”

Few days ago, I learnt about these “memory erasing pills” through this mag “WIRED“. This is something so completely amazing that you just got to know about this:
There are these pills that can totally erase any bad memory that you keep, so that you no longer have to get into depression, or even think about it.
The story mentioned in the link is of someone whose life was at the verge of destruction. How some many events had just destroyed her life and had given her so much pain, and then how these pills helped her forget those.

http://www.wired.com/magazine/2012/02/ff_forgettingpill/all/1

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But the question is:

DO WE REALLY NEED TO ERASE OUR BAD MEMORIES?

Whatever happens to us, happens for a reason. When unpleasant things happen, they always leave a lesson.

THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN LIFE AND TEACHER IS THAT A TEACHER TEACHESĀ YOU BEFORE TAKING AN EXAM, WHILE LIFE TESTS YOU FIRST AND THEN GIVES YOU A LESSON..

Often harshly learned, the lessons that calamities imprint on our mind, are sure to help us take a good step forward. It tells you to regain yourself after you fall. It helps you learn things that people don’t tell. Teachers don’t teach. Friends don’t warn.

However, I would never like to erase my memories, however painful. I would like to open the cupboard of my thoughts, let the mixed memories flow towards sensation, and then feel them again. because when we think of any event at a later time, it usually brings things you never realized before…

LET me know what you think about this…

 

Read what some other blogger says: HEre.

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