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Bubbles of Happiness

Once there was a boy called The Boy
Always thinking about a Rare Toy

Which is made out of an imaginary alloy
When used, makes your loved one’s decoy

The very concept multiplied The Boy’s joy
But the poor boy didn’t know the dangerous ploy

That the decoy stayed lively only for a while to enjoy
Which annoyed hell out of the poor little boy

Frustrated now, the boy decided to kill the stupid toy
Never realizing that his brain was the imaginary alloy

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Stupid Poem

Recently I had a discussion with one of my good friends. It was nice talking to him for that long about many things after a long time. In the discussion he gave me a suggestion to look into a kind of writing called Free Writing. He told about it. And I went on and looked into wiki and understood what exactly does it mean. Free writing is a form in which you write continuously what your conscious brain is thinking. It represents what’s your state of mind is. It might sound simple but it takes hell lot of courage to write that way. You will be facing with many difficulties lack of vocabulary to express, lots of negative feelings being put on paper, not able to imagine a particular situation and lots of other things. I am not a person with great vocabulary and also I choose the topics and words carefully so that I don’t sound stupid. So I thought it would be interesting if I give it a try. I came across some things (read as people) and their stupidity and decided to put my words on paper. So what did I put? Its very stupid but I liked it. I guess you will see the stupidity.

My world is full of stupids
Stupids with stupidity rocketing sky high

And what am I doing
Seeing them, hating them, laughing at them, abusing them
I feel them so pointless

How useless their purpose is on this world?
How come world give birth to such beings?

They don’t even think who they are, what they are
Full of flesh and materialistic deeds

So when I say all these things
I realized that I did not think who I am

So who am I?
I am one among these stupids and that’s why this stupid poem happened