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Neo Zubair's Archive: Death - an after life...
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Well, this is a small collection of my few stupid poems and other crazy stuff. Thursday, November 06, 2008. Death - an after life. To some its an enemy. To some its a surprise. To some its a want, a need. Well,it bestows the earthly demise. Introduces as an enemy. Promising to be your friend for life. While a few crave it. Stumbling and hurdling you might try to escape. But oh human, its something you can never outwit. Fear is the term. It carries along,. Arrives humming the mortal song. Dude ur GOD....
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Neo Zubair's Archive: October 2008
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Well, this is a small collection of my few stupid poems and other crazy stuff. Thursday, October 30, 2008. While sitting on my bench. I saw her for the first time. I felt this feeling inside me. Like the bells and gongs have chimed. She looked so delicate. Sporting a lustrous auburn hair. When she entered the classroom. Like a star on a gentle flare. Cruising down the hallway. My heart started pounding. As she chose to sit beside me. Leaving everyone else astounding. She had this smell. I shook my head.
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55 Fiction – An Accident | Neo Nihilism
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55 Fiction – An Accident. His eyes were already drooping, his legs smashed and bleeding half body, as he smelt his own rustic blood. He Wished he had never taken out his bike, or the least, never had driven so fast in the temptation caused by his thumping testosterone. But here he was lying on the stretcher in the beeping ambulance, with none of his loved ones by his side, while he was on the way to be doomed. 4 Responses to “55 Fiction – An Accident”. Feed for this Entry. On February 3, 2010. You are co...
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Neo Zubair's Archive: * * * * * * NIGHT * * * * * *
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Well, this is a small collection of my few stupid poems and other crazy stuff. Wednesday, November 19, 2008. NIGHT * * * * * *. She comes in our lives daily. When the light perishes gaily. Singing a song nocturnal. Here comes an embodiment of beauty. Filling us with anticipation. She makes us look at her. Her beauty so eternal. Lets us sleep in her balmy fur. Smoother than the water's surface. Softer than a baby's skin. Her arms embrace us as our mother. Detaching us from the earthly sins.
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Neo Zubair's Archive: Infatuation
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Well, this is a small collection of my few stupid poems and other crazy stuff. Thursday, October 30, 2008. While sitting on my bench. I saw her for the first time. I felt this feeling inside me. Like the bells and gongs have chimed. She looked so delicate. Sporting a lustrous auburn hair. When she entered the classroom. Like a star on a gentle flare. Cruising down the hallway. My heart started pounding. As she chose to sit beside me. Leaving everyone else astounding. She had this smell. I shook my head.
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Neo Zubair's Archive: Seung-Hui Cho - "My Confessions"
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Well, this is a small collection of my few stupid poems and other crazy stuff. Friday, November 07, 2008. Seung-Hui Cho - "My Confessions". During the time period between the two shooting events on April 16, Cho visited a local post office near the Virginia Tech campus where he mailed a parcel containing a DVD to the New York headquarters of NBC News containing video clips, photographs and a manifesto explaining the reasons for his actions. In one of the videos, Cho said:. Well, this is a small collectio...
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Neo Zubair's Archive: April 2008
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Well, this is a small collection of my few stupid poems and other crazy stuff. Tuesday, April 29, 2008. There was all darkness. There was no sound. In the middle of nowhere. I was lost unbound. Shrunk in my madness. I could barely see. This dark black giant. Who whispered "Remember Me? Then was the time. When the past touched my mind. Of his doings unkind. His huge eyes so dark. Were filled with passion. Searching for his prey. He showed no compassion. His thoughts seemed creepy. As he moved so fast.
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Neo Zubair's Archive: Murophobia
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Well, this is a small collection of my few stupid poems and other crazy stuff. Tuesday, April 29, 2008. There was all darkness. There was no sound. In the middle of nowhere. I was lost unbound. Shrunk in my madness. I could barely see. This dark black giant. Who whispered "Remember Me? Then was the time. When the past touched my mind. Of his doings unkind. His huge eyes so dark. Were filled with passion. Searching for his prey. He showed no compassion. His thoughts seemed creepy. As he moved so fast.
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Neo Zubair's Archive: November 2008
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Well, this is a small collection of my few stupid poems and other crazy stuff. Tuesday, November 25, 2008. What is it, that you're busy with? When your parents want you to come home. You tell them you are busy working for your company. At the office, your manager wants to assign you. A new project,. But you are too busy talkin on phone with your. For you girlfriend, you are busy having fun with you. For your best friends, you are busy spending time. With your office colleagues. For your office colleagues,.
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Neo Zubair's Archive: A Saturday
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Well, this is a small collection of my few stupid poems and other crazy stuff. Friday, November 21, 2008. Went to watch a movie. When Humpty and Dumpty. Very much liked its story. Dostana' was its name. In which abhi and john kissed without shame. The movie was full of gags. With jokes intended only on fags. Jab movie khatam hua. Tho dono nikle gaadi pe sawaar. Thodi bohut shopping ki. Aur uske baad thodi pate pooja. Phir gaadi aise bhagaayi. Choone wala na tha koi dooja. Jaane kyun Dil jaanta hai'.