RagingFlora

We Can't Remember The Sins, For There, Are None, We Just Remember The Punishment And the places, on whose name those vile creatures had contrived new ways of cruelty, cried out. The places of Concentration Camps. "Our land has forever been undone. The scourge and poison is not earth deep, it is forever stuck in this particular space of this particular dimension inside that particle they call The STRING. And it shall remain so even when all is COLD and STILL and SILENT."

The floating sea in my head wanders towards the clouds but dreams of muddy floors, And ponders about average times, spent in a faraway land of accustomed sorrow, That time of hell was better than this unsure purgatory, Yet I know that just like FIRE, This time of ICE too shall find its way into the Annals of History The One I'll cherish forever.

I'll make you an argument you can't rebut. I know the discussion about Godfather has mainly been about Vito and Michael Corleone. The charm about how a family member who had almost escaped the bounds of the Family Business, has to ultimately go back to his roots when it becomes certain that everything would collapse if he did not take the reins now. But nobody seems to care about the mistake that got them into all this mess in the first place. SONNY - The oldest one and also the most unstable one. They say that the oldest sibling is always an eccentric yet responsible person. But he had a lethal trait of also being Very Short Tempered and very Quick to Answer. Basically, he doesn't think before he utters anything. I mean I get it, you are a COOL GUY. But there's no place for a Cool Guy in the Mafia Business, where a Single Smirk at the wrong time will get you killed. Or worse, in Sonny's case, will get your father shot at multiple times. And

Game of Thrones stylized as GOT has indeed been the GOAT of all television series for the past 8 years. No matter who was going to end up on the Iron Throne, one thing was certain, that this show was reigning high and steady, maintaining its Global Phenomenon status. As some would simply put, 'Fame is Followed by Shit and Reign is Followed by Ruins of Castamere'. Game of Thrones could not live up to the promises it had made. The show that broke boundaries. The show which was like a REALITY-CHECK for many, that it is no rule that Good shall happen to those who are Good. One wrong move, one naive decision, failing to look over your shoulder and drinking wine with the losing side for just a single time, could cost you your life in the bid for the throne. And you better believe that everyone wanted to sit on that not so comfortable seat they call, The Iron Throne. It was made for butts of steel and brains filled with madness. For no just man could rule The Seven Kingdoms (c

When it rained blood on the stage She was standing on straw, white clothes black scarf Was it the winter or just the night ? Oh what a sight What I witnessed, What I saw A sinnerman standing at the shore Jerking her scarf away I think to myself Let him have the scarf Without it she would be white alone Pure, pure, pure But she held onto it as if in the cloth resided a heart Not hers but someone’s who was dearier to her than herself And the sinnerman looked at her And his eyes beheld love And I looked at the waters And saw the reflection of the same love But whose eyes were these mimicking the sinnerman’s? And I looked to the shores again Ah the dawning of the senses She loved him Because where there is love there is not the abundance of righteous things And so I walk away As there is no power of man that could turn their wills into water A Water which is dubious and specked with shades of grey For both had the other in mind Even if

Ever wondered why the phrase ‘Let’s go out for a bite’ brings about a commotion in your house similar to the ones preceding the commencement of a fashion show. You probably wouldn’t have if you were one of the models. But if you are that lone wolf spectator then you would surely find the ­­­­upheaval if not irritating enough to be on your nerves then certainly funny. In those immensely tiring 50 minutes (it should have taken just 10) you witness A Storm of Scarves, Apparel and Metallic Things. How’s that for a title of my ­­­­­­­­­­­personal growth book you wonder. You’re out in the lobby in 5 and the rest are still negotiating terms and signing treaties over borrowed(without asking) clothes. You are going out for a snack, not invited to The Queen’s for dinner for God’s sake. In the midst of many adjustments of appearances you finally reach your destination. Then just as you reach the door to the restaurant your eldest cousin pulls you back and makes a p