From the diaries of a lone stoner.

The diary of a lone stoner

This is me, wait!! Now how can you guys know “who is me”. That’s something called pseudo existentialism. Apart from that this is diary of a lone stoner, that is, again me.

I am starting to write this piece of horse manure just a day before her birthday, and this has no relevance to this diary but still, just stating a fact.

So I am a pessimist and the most important thing for most of us is-death. We love death, we crave for it .we are just so fuckin’ obsessed with death but… but… but… the most amazing part of it, is that we don’t want to die. We are bloody masochists, we adore the venomous pain existence gives. We live a in world full of hatred and loathsome human but there are some decent homosapiens also and they don’t cuss the fuck out of you. Keeping that quality in mind, there is another very interesting fact about these types of breathing stone, they BETRAY. I don’t have any personal experience with them but I know they exist just the way that goddamn god …..Oopps…..that almighty has a “bloody”. Now you guys may be wondering I am atheist or shit like that, no, I am as religious as most of the Indians are we love god but only those which are our owns. So now my fellow inmates of this world, I hope,you got a pretty nice sort of evidence of how this bloodsucking –cockblocking existence is so fucked up.

Enough for today I guess, my buzz is fading away in the distant shores where some unknown tribe is eating the supper with other 7 douchebags of the last supper.

P.s-share you views. Tell me how fucked up is your existence. 😉

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Crawling my way through the thick bushes

I came to a halt

And there it was; the past.

I see you there draped in your favorite contrasting colors

Laughing,

Was it joke I had told you some days before or was the air responsible for those carefree giggles?

I see you happy and find myself content

Never was I so stable and sane but then you were a happy kitten making me smile,

Not a smirk but a smile.

Then there is a lake behind those thick bushes, a lake with water so BLUE

It must have been the PRESENT.

Crossing over the blue lake of present is tough but I know some day

It would just dry itself.

Oh!! There it is, the dark cave.

I go deeper and deeper into it

I know, now you don’t even think about me

You must have found someone who knows you better than I do

But tell the truth, wasn’t I there for you whenever you needed me

Ah! Such a shame I still am in the past but no that can’t be true. I am in the cave going deeper and deeper

FIRE!! And then I realized it was the darkness of the future

The fire was my eccentricity caused by the ignorance in the lakes of blues

Yes, its you

Fire is calling me

I smell freshly burnt flesh

Why am I not feeling my feet

Blood is oozing in a weird sort way

Time has come

Lust has become true

Oh I am burning

I am smelling my own meat being roasted

Every vein in my body seems to be filled with magma

Melting me down

But my eyes

They still see you .

Wake me up

Grab my hand

Touch my lips

Feel my breath

It’s my end

Burning

Melting

Oh!! You knew all this from the start

I was in ashes.

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If we call life a journey then its final destination is death and that makes me think the reason to live should be the journey, not the destination.

B.N: Hello my lovely readers!
I am back after another hibernation.
Finally, I can start posting here! Yayyy!
Oh, one more thing, I started a new category i.e. one-liners.
I hope you will like these as well.
Thanks. 😀 ❤

In Search

A part of me that I loved, went missing.
I searched for it in the dimensions within me,
I searched it in the heaven of the world,
Even in the doom of my soul,
All wasted.

In the tide of my thoughts,
Between the emotions I had,
In eye of whom I loved,
Beyond the horizons of my imagination,
All wasted.

On the avenue of my past,
On the misty trail of my future,
In the redness of my blood,
In the greens of my present,
All wasted.

I found it!
I found it in the salts of my tears,
All the scares and my fears,
I found it what I had lost was never mine.
Nothing wasted.

 

B.N: Hello my lovely readers!
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