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Number 9 Thoughts: Answers
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A personal love letter to my thoughts. - Noopur Vasuraj. Monday, October 20, 2014. And tragedy is my greatest muse. So it's no wonder that you followed me around,. Resting on my shoulders,. At ease with the knowledge that. You became my cloak of heartbreak. Now it's down to me understanding. When the universe is going to turn around. And beg for my forgiveness. For chasing you into the crooks of my soul. I spend my time hiding in the corners of these umpteen walls. That's the nature of a heartbreaker.
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Number 9 Thoughts: March 2014
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A personal love letter to my thoughts. - Noopur Vasuraj. Thursday, March 27, 2014. There Was A Time. There was a time when to write in verse. Was the only ache my heart could read. Finely, minutely, intricately -. Like fingers flying over braille,. Or over the crevices of my mind. There was a time. Not long ago, the sweet taste of intimacy. Sharp, warm, and like molasses,. It spread over every part of me. That had been kissed so intimately,. That old lovers slid off. And do you know, there was a time.
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Number 9 Thoughts: December 2011
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A personal love letter to my thoughts. - Noopur Vasuraj. Monday, December 26, 2011. I worry that I won't find it in me to pull myself out of this mess. I worry that there will be that one thing I'll never be able to confess. I worry that the sky might remain blue a little too long. I worry I'll forget the words to my favorite song. I worry that I'll never climb up a fleet of stairs. I worry that I might never learn to give a care. I worry that I'll stumble along the pavement. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).
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Number 9 Thoughts: September 2011
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A personal love letter to my thoughts. - Noopur Vasuraj. Thursday, September 8, 2011. Eyes Like the Desert. Eyes like the desert,. Roaming free through the islands in my mind. Would you try to let me in? Could you be so kind? Would you find the key,. If it means you could see. Through my eyes like the desert? Would you make the effort. To weave your way into and through. Would you make the effort. To set my body on fire? Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile. Get to know me! There are many...
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Number 9 Thoughts: But.
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A personal love letter to my thoughts. - Noopur Vasuraj. Friday, October 10, 2014. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Copywriter, poet, artist, writer, actor, dreamer, occasional critic, part-time tripper, full-time lover. http:/ about.me/noopurvasuraj. View my complete profile. Get to know me! If you would like to get to know me better, discuss an idea or work with me, please visit my about.me page at the following link: http:/ about.me/noopurvasuraj. Follow me on Twitter! 25 bucks, and an auto ride.
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Number 9 Thoughts: April 2011
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A personal love letter to my thoughts. - Noopur Vasuraj. Thursday, April 7, 2011. Fumbling, whispering, giggling. In the night, during the day. After hours and gazing stars. Breathing, sighing, gasping. Behind backs and tumbling jacks. Of bright morning suns and a little harmless fun. Touching, winking, smiling. On the sand, behind rocks. Near the beach by the sea. Walking, talking, flirting. During the day, in the night,. Along the shore, wanting more. Kissing, moving, loving. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).
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Number 9 Thoughts: December 2014
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A personal love letter to my thoughts. - Noopur Vasuraj. Monday, December 8, 2014. It was when you started crawling through my walls. When your whispered touches began winding their way. Through my words,. And when your accidental caress felt heavier than. The weight on my shoulders,. When the brush of your back against mine. Pushed away my past, if only temporarily,. When your quiet confidence gave birth. To a new chaos,. When your soft eyes raged with a desire. Too wild to tame,. Became my truth,.
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Number 9 Thoughts: Bargain
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A personal love letter to my thoughts. - Noopur Vasuraj. Friday, February 8, 2013. If only I could turn my poetry into song,. If only I could sing along. With the tune I make in my own head. If only I could fight sight and the need to tighten. My inability to hold a tune. Can the stars blink without my eyes to watch them twinkle,. Or do they fade away into the darkness,. The abyss of the universe,. To get lost in the arms of an extraordinary phenomena. Yet to be discovered. Into the arms of heaven? Shoul...
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Number 9 Thoughts: August 2011
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A personal love letter to my thoughts. - Noopur Vasuraj. Tuesday, August 2, 2011. Some might say the fight for the fairer sex is a won battle when God put Adam before Eve,. But I say the truth is harder to handle when all men do is rake up leaves. Much is the woe of the penises who can't find shelter when wanted. Much is the joy of the woman's libido that can be answered when wanted. See, the battle is dead because the war is won. If you think you're the man, I gave birth to your son. You're just a toy.
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Number 9 Thoughts: There Was A Time
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A personal love letter to my thoughts. - Noopur Vasuraj. Thursday, March 27, 2014. There Was A Time. There was a time when to write in verse. Was the only ache my heart could read. Finely, minutely, intricately -. Like fingers flying over braille,. Or over the crevices of my mind. There was a time. Not long ago, the sweet taste of intimacy. Sharp, warm, and like molasses,. It spread over every part of me. That had been kissed so intimately,. That old lovers slid off. And do you know, there was a time.
