Sensitive make-up lorries 🚛

Watch out for the make-up lorries
Roaming around town, completely unwarranted.
They are highly sensitive and get offended easily.
Once you’re on their radar, They’ll knock you down and speed off without consequences.

These make-up lorries are shiny and flashy,
But inside, they’re broken and fractured.
Dainty and foul-smelling, they beg for mercy from others,
While moving through the world with none themselves.

They bash children, kill men, and scream with a voice so loud it can shatter souls.
Make-up lorries roam every road, every city
Highly insensitive, with zero tolerance for nonsense,
Yet expect everyone else to tolerate their own.

Beware the make-up lorries’ trail,
They’ll steal your soul without a flinch or fail.
You may cry, complain, or bend and kneel,
But mercy’s gone, there is no deal.

No bail awaits, no saving grace,
Just hollow eyes and a painted face.

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Your love suffocates me. All I wanted a true friendship from you. You refused, nothing is left between us. Do not blame me for not loving you. Because I loved you as my dear friend. Love is like a withering flower, It’s sweet fragrant and beauty fades away with time. And left you with regrets broken heart and tears of pain. I offered my friendship as a sapling of banyan tree. You were not willing to water that sapling and grow with time.

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Demons in the Rain

Demons in the rain are calling for your life.
Demons in the rain, they lurk and hide.
Demons in the rain wait for your demise—
Wandering shadows, circling outside.
Will you give them shelter inside your home?

Demons in the rain thirst for your blood.
Demons in the rain scroll through your fate.
They slip between realms, shifting like mist,
Demons in the rain hunger for your soul.
Will you kneel… and obey?

They want to live again, feel life in their bones,
Toes tingling, hearts pulsing in stolen skin.
Aching of breathing, they crave it all
They offer you gold, diamonds and rubies—
A fair trade, perhaps. Wouldn’t you take it?

Your unwanted life, is all they desire.
Just one word “Yes” is all they need.
But pause… and ponder, before you seal the deal.
For once a demon lays its claim,
It owns your soul in endless flame

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There is a big difference between creating something new by taking inspiration and copying and pasting. Some people steal others' work and don't even give credit for it.

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I start wasting it 🦥

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I was always confuse, When a country purchases arms from the United States, the process is incredibly drawn out—burdened with layers of protocols, paperwork, and policies. It can take anywhere from six months to over a year or more than that, and even then, the weapons often arrive incomplete, lacking essential equipment or attachments. Despite signing endless documents and paying exorbitant prices, the U.S. insists on showcasing its commitment to “law” and “proper procedure.”

If that’s truly the case, then someone explain how terrorist groups so easily acquire American-made weapons and technology. A Pakistani official already gave the answer, it was done for America. Honestly, it’s not surprising—Pakistan and America seem like a match made in hell, perfectly suited for each other.

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अगर तुम आँख के बदले आँख लोगो तो जो पागल कुत्ता पूरी दुनिया कि आँख नोच कर अंधा बनाने चला है वो वहीं रुक जाएगा, और इस तरह तुम पूरी दुनिया को अंधा होने से बचा लोगे.

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युद्ध विराम

अंदर के दुश्मनों की मदद ले बाहरी दुश्मन घुस आए और निर्दोष नागरिकों को बेरहमी से मार डाला।
सरकार ने प्रतिकार किया, लेकिन कुछ useful idiots नारे लगाने लगे: “ युद्ध विराम, निर्दोष आतंकवादियों को मत मारो।”
उन्होंने इसे मानवाधिकार का उल्लंघन बताया, जबकि निर्दोष नागरिकों पर उन हैवानो ने कोई इंसानियत नहीं दिखाई थी
देशभक्ति का मुखौटा पहने, उन्होंने अपने ही देश के खिलाफ शब्दों का युद्ध छेड़ दिया।

आखिरकार, सरकार ने प्रतिकार को रोक दिया और संघर्षविराम पर सहमति दी। लेकिन जैसे ही संघर्षविराम हुआ, दुश्मन ने आगे बढ़कर देशभर में हत्या का सिलसिला शुरू कर दिया।
अब वहीं, useful idiots शीशा पीते हुए पार्टियाँ मना रहे थे, भुक्तभोगी रो रहे थे और मदद की गुहार लगा रहे थे।

अब वही लोग, सरकार और सुरक्षा बलों को दोषी ठहरा रहे थे, और कोने में खड़े होकर हंस रहे थे।
जब युद्ध आप पर थोप दिया जाए, तो आप “युद्ध को न” नहीं कह सकते।
आप लड़ना ना चाहे, पर कोई गुंडा आपके पीछे हाँथ धो कर पड़ जाये
क्योंकि उसने आपकी शराफ़त और tolerant व्यवहार को आपकी कायरता मान लिया है
और उसे लगता है की वो आप पर अपनी ताक़त की आज़माइश करके आपसे आपका सबकुछ छीन लेगा तो—
युद्ध कोई विकल्प नहीं है—या तो आप लड़ेंगे या मिट जाएंगे। और इस काम में useful idiots दुश्मन की मदद करते हैं,
वे मौत को आपके दरवाजे तक लाने का रास्ता साफ करते हैं।

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Wake up before it’s too late

I was a product of the Left, but I’ve changed—drastically. And no, don’t blame me for that. Blame the Left’s hypocrisy, their lies, and their deceit. That’s what pushed me to this point. I’ve changed so much that I no longer believe in their so-called “human rights,” “freedom of speech,” “democracy,” or “media rights.” Because let’s be honest—those rights were never meant for us.

They claim the moral high ground, but twist these ideals to fit their agenda. They can say whatever they want, manipulate public opinion, and divide society into fragments. They polarize communities, create chaos, and in doing so, clear the path for terrorists and fanatics to strike. These aren’t rights anymore—they’re weapons of ideological war, narrative war against innocent and ignorant people.

I no longer believe in “ Free Press” media channels should be under strict restrictions and should be punished for creating narrative against India and dragging this country down to make their foreign masters happy.

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