Tuesday, February 18, 2025

A Sinister Pattern in the Skies

 A Sinister Pattern in the Skies

A plane crashes every week—coincidence? No. This reeks of something far more calculated, something sinister.
In an era where aviation technology is at its peak, where every bolt and circuit is scrutinized, how do these metal birds keep falling from the sky? Who benefits from this chaos?
War, fear, economic shifts—these disasters fuel an agenda, one written in blood and smoke.
The global powers thrive on disorder; they shape the narrative, mold the fear, control the aftermath.
Open your eyes! This is not random.
This is power, playing its deadly game in the clouds & We are just observers or the dead victim(s).
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Saturday, January 7, 2012

About a girl

Her eyes are the most precious marvels in the world.

Her face, white light in breeze,

Her lips are the pink faded petals of roses,

Her hair shines like no other shiny object.

Her nose is the cutest thing that alone can make a teddy cry.


Her habit is good

Her nature is sweet.

She’s the girl chosen for me.


Nothing match her beauty, she’s incomparable.

Ocean changes rain, her beauty remains the same.


Era changes, fashion makes itself redefine,

Everyone keeps on renovating themselves,

Her beauty is unique in itself,

Beauty is an example of perfectness.

The most beautiful thing,

Known on this planet earth


I love you for a good cause,

I need no reason for it,

Your walk is what all I concern with,

That makes me blind,

And lefts me alone tonight,


I try to see through those eyes,

What have you got that special?

That melts me from the stone eye.


You are the finest example of master piece,

Created by God on the face of earth,

I try to see through those crystal eyes,

I see my world in your paradise,


Whenever I see you,

I act speechless, I get blank,

If I have death on my hand,

And you at another

I would take death with me,

It’s easier for me to die once,

Than dying, everyday in your arms


The very moment I realize, I am alive!

Is the moment I get kill in your love,

In your arms.


Moon may have a scar on his face,

You’re the perfect beauty designed for me, in my grace.