Swag- and other things that turn me into a demon

Today, I’m not expressing myself through either poetry or prose. This is just a raw post, of me talking to- not my brain this time- but to you. With no literary coverings.  If that’s not what you’d like to read, you can just skip this post- I won’t hold it against you. I promise.

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Sleepless nights- A Conversation with my brain

Me: I’ve been trying for almost a couple of hours, but I still can’t sleep. I think I’m in love.

My Brain: Stop kidding yourself, girl. It’s because you slept for four hours in the noon.

Me: I still have five hours of sleep left. Why don’t you stop thinking so much and let me sleep?

My Brain: That’s because you have so much to do. How about we start drafting that apology letter?

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City Life

Hey guys! Okay, okay, don’t threaten to beat me with a brickbat now. I know I’m a week and a day late, and I sincerely apologize for that. I had my final exams, I got freedom on Saturday from them, I had gone out on a day-long trip yesterday and that’s why I couldn’t post in so long. But hey, I’m back now and I will be regular (when my exams aren’t going on).

So this one’s not actually deep-thought like the others, but it’s a poem with a message conveyed in a humorous form (at least, it’s intended to be that). I hope you guys like it. Here goes-

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The autobiography of my right hand

It is an irrefutable fact that all the world’s left hands are decidedly lazier than us right hands. After all, 90% of all humans are right-handed.We right hands are always at work, assisting our owners through their daily life, while those good-for-nothing left hands just hang there at the end of the left arm, sleeping all day. According to me, ambidextrous people are the best sort, because they have no dominant hand and both the hands have to work equally. Unfortunately, they make up a paltry 1 percent of the total human population.

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