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2013 October 18 « Verbivorehere's Weblog
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All these days I had waited. With bated breath and without batting an eyelid. All these days I had hoped against hope. For the skies to open and me to elope. I had my wings but they couldn’t take me far. So I prayed and burnt candles at the altar. I might’ve staggered in the silence. Or played along in the stillness. But i did wait –. With bated breath and without batting an eyelid. October 18, 2013. Alternate Blog – Verbivore’s Bookshelf. Kirti – lill one. Follow “Verbivorehere's Weblog”.
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I’m tired dear friend. I’m tired dear friend, of the run.the endless marathons. The sketches, the erasers, the blueprints. The adrenaline rushes and then the numbness. I’m tired of the indecisiveness of where I’m headed to. The aching within for all things simple and small. The doubting then, at the end of it all. The screams within and the silenced wall. I’m tired of the uncertainty of what I’m trying for. The mechanical disposal of rigmaroles. Fishing for compliments, maybe at times. May 9, 2014. With ...
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The wandering mind « Verbivorehere's Weblog
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To fear the fear itself. To resent the resentment. To think not to think. To be conscious of the consciousness. February 17, 2014. 1 Comment ». Brilliant poem. Love the deep thought echoed in the heart:). February 17, 2014 Reply. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out.
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2014 February 17 « Verbivorehere's Weblog
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To fear the fear itself. To resent the resentment. To think not to think. To be conscious of the consciousness. February 17, 2014. Am a Verbivore. I devour words. A true libran (without a dimple) i still search for that creativity the venus blessed are rumoured to have in loads. Yeah i search it here in the world of words. Alternate Blog – Verbivore’s Bookshelf. Kirti – lill one. Create a free website or blog at WordPress.com. Follow “Verbivorehere's Weblog”. Get every new post delivered to your Inbox.
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Waiting for you « Verbivorehere's Weblog
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The wait for footsteps to appear on that lonely path. A longing for the doors to open with a gentle creak. My yearning to see the stillness in me disrupted. The wait for the rustle of things being moved around. Oh the sweat to see changes unchanging matters of the heart. November 28, 2013. 4 Comments ». Reminded me of the movie Into The Wild.🙂. November 30, 2013 Reply. Profound and the soul that submits to the whims of nature.love it:). November 30, 2013 Reply. December 2, 2013 Reply.
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2014 May 09 « Verbivorehere's Weblog
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I’m tired dear friend. I’m tired dear friend, of the run.the endless marathons. The sketches, the erasers, the blueprints. The adrenaline rushes and then the numbness. I’m tired of the indecisiveness of where I’m headed to. The aching within for all things simple and small. The doubting then, at the end of it all. The screams within and the silenced wall. I’m tired of the uncertainty of what I’m trying for. The mechanical disposal of rigmaroles. Fishing for compliments, maybe at times. May 9, 2014.
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2013 April 19 « Verbivorehere's Weblog
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My voice would reach out to the deafest ears,. My tears would melt the hardest rocks. Yet the silence previals with pain,. Until u strike these chords…. April 19, 2013. Am a Verbivore. I devour words. A true libran (without a dimple) i still search for that creativity the venus blessed are rumoured to have in loads. Yeah i search it here in the world of words. Alternate Blog – Verbivore’s Bookshelf. Kirti – lill one. Create a free website or blog at WordPress.com. Build a website with WordPress.com.
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2013 April 18 « Verbivorehere's Weblog
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The fire in your eyes had frozen me. When I fumbled for words before you. When my mind stopped still. And lips froze like in winter eve. Oh the warmth in ur eyes had burnt me. From inside, leaving me empty. Like a cocoon. Not knowing if I should. Mourn my solitude or celebrate. The life that just flooded out of me! April 18, 2013. Alternate Blog – Verbivore’s Bookshelf. Kirti – lill one. Blog at WordPress.com. Follow “Verbivorehere's Weblog”. Get every new post delivered to your Inbox.
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Triviality « Verbivorehere's Weblog
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The warmth in an early morning cup of coffee…. The much talked about smell of rain kissed earth. A cloudy day, couch and hot food to go with. The petals of the budding rose planted in spring. The joy a long forgotten song can bring. A book with its pages worn of stories…untold. The smiles from the pains of a yesterday. The acceptance after a vain search of an eraser. Oh the pleasures of trivia! January 16, 2014. 1 Comment ». Beautiful words etched straight from the heart:). January 16, 2014 Reply.
