Mood Fixer Elixir

N ow I hear a lot of guys these days talking about being in a relationship with someone. I mean, an awfully lot of them. I just never get the enough of their chitter chatters. "Oh!My girl is so hot!" ,"she is soo cutee!" "Oh my god! bro! we both like breathing! We have like, so much in common!", "ey yo! look at dat asssssss doee!!!", "Sorry man, I cant come today. I gotta date with my gurl." "yadeyadeyada!!" Will you guys shut the fuck up? I mean! is it fun? Is it fun to mock someone constantly just because they are single? I mean, would it be fun if you lost your index finger and I stand in front of you and start picking my nose with my INDEX FREAKING FINGER?? No sir! Just... no. I don't have much choice do I? Do you even know how I look? And if you read my previous article about the eighth grade syndrome, you know whats up! As much as I love the single life, I sometimes do wish it'd change. You know, sometimes you ...

I t was spring once more. But as usual, it didn't last forever. Only, It seemed to bless me with its warmth for a little longer this time. Funny thing is, Previously, springs would come and pass by. I'd pay no heed and move on minding my own business. But the more it lingered around me, harder it was for me to bid farewell. Specially, after letting me meet  someone whose beauty would equal the spring itself. Well, I'm not the type of guy who can make an awespiring love story out of his past, neither do I really want to talk about it with anyone, yet here I am, blabbering all about it. Boredom takes you in doing things you'd never even dream of huh! Yet, I'd rather not waste your time in giving off petty introductions like how we ended up being together. It was the same lingered spring that helped us meet and that's all anyone needs to know. To be honest, I actually don't know how we ended up together. Two odd balls, completely different from each oth...

A fter putting a lots of thoughts on it, I kinda realized that I had a serious case of eighth grade syndrome once upon a time...(around the time when I was in the eighth grade that is) (You can already guess how stupid I really am after having a look at that BIIGGG A in the beginning of this article as well.. Oh! and dont get me started about the layout f my blog...Somewhat Eighth grader syndrome... or atleast something I shall regret over in the future for being stupid). To some  of you who....(Wait! spoilers alert... this post os filled with lots and lots of monologues)(Okay, as I was saying..) To some of you who dont know what eighth grade syndrome is,(first of all,Dude! seriously?) here's the definition extracted from google- " A period of time when one is searching for oneself. Can also be when one wants to act more adult-like such as drinking coffee black despite hating the taste of coffee in general. Often results in shame, disgust, and the wish erase that period of tim...

                         Feels Good To Be A Year Older                                                                                                  - Elixir Piyush Baral Learning by mistakes, working hard and taking breaks, Living days like they're your last and moving on correcting past, Trying to make everyone smile, making memories longer than nile, Learning to win and take the crown, and learning to hold yourself when down. Everyday learning new lessions, committing sins; regrets, confessions, improving up and moving forth, trying to show what you are worth. Collecting love, life and those reasons, to stand up and live the seasons, those ...

                                             My Gift                                                                                   - Elixir Piyush Baral (Dedicated to all the people to whom I've given some gifts in the life(which are usually handmade)) The first glance at the moon, you see brilliance and the shine, stare a bit longer to find its spots and bad design But its flaws, you ignore as you know about its love, as it guides you through the darkness while it  guards you from above. Same goes for my gifts and me, when you compare us with the moon, At first glance you will find us fine, and you'll start staring too soon with every stare...

                            The Poem That Doesn't Make Sense                                                                                         - Elixir Piyush Baral (Note to readers.. This poem does not actually make sense... dont judge me :v ) I loved her but she didn't She loved him but he didn't I knew her, treasured her, and so I loved her but alas! she just didn't While I did very very indeed Then, She knew me so did I She liked me, so did I, She treasured me, cherished me Yes, dhe liked me And in the same way, so did I Soon, She loved me, but I didn't  soon, I liked her, love I didn't soon, she knew me, but I didn't she cherished me, tre...

                                    The Lost Lust To Be Lost                                                             - Elixir Piyush Baral Out again back to wilderness, resurfaced down the sun, leaving the miseries behind I move, in hope of joy and fun Breaking the cage of heart,to live, I've will to pay its cost, So, so long to the solitude, it's my lost lust to be lost. Lets go back to the time when I would sober in the dark, Thinking of me and 'the one' spending hours in the park. Climbung down the melancholy hill, I head to face the dust, I don't plan to look behind, I have lost lust to be lost. Exactly as it sounds like, it's my lost lust to be lost down the trenches of happiness and in the mild tranquile gust. ...