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Countable and Uncountable: November 2012
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I had thought i could live vicariously through you. That i could lie like concrete, passive! And let all what comes roll over me. While you wrote poetry on some remote island, your mind drowning and your organs imploding. You wrote poetry so i didn't. I could read simply. I could spend days in dullness and live inside the fences of this irredeemable being. Tear it down' you said 'we find out the heart only by dismantling what the heart knows'. So i kept digging into my chest, hoping to rip it out one day.
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Countable and Uncountable: September 2012
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To an Absconding Poet. You have been away for far too long now. Know this, the sea, the salt, winter falls, bed mates, caravans, lovers, foes, cheese or olives. Nothing would ever suffice. Labels: to my non-committal relationship with my blog. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). The Keepers n Speakers. Da one frm faraway land. To an Absconding Poet You have been away for far t. View my complete profile. Awesome Inc. template. Powered by Blogger.
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Countable and Uncountable: March 2012
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Is surat se arz sunaate,dard batate,nadiya khete,minnat karte,rasta takte,. Kitni sadiyaan beet gaayi hain. Ab jaaker yeh bhed khula hai. Jisko tumne arz guzari. Jo tha haath pakarne waala. Jis ja laagi nao tumhari. Jis se dukh ka daaru maanga. Tore mandir mein jo nahi aaya. Woh to tum hi the. Woh to.tum hi the. I chose instead to sink in sleepless contemplation. to write a story about a little girl trying to slay a sea monster. to keep at it without any clear reasons. Labels: night shine and cigarettes.
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Cherry Flavoured Antacids: Bouldered Love
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Prose, Poetry and Random Musings. Your husband walks out on you in the middle of the road, your kids are at home wondering where on earth is their mother. The car is dangerously low on petrol and you don't care because you're shit-tired of life. It had just started raining outside. Tomorrow again would be an obscenely hot affair, and once again the fact that the universe was against her would make itself audaciously pronounced. Taken aback she said "Oh my God! What have I done? I really am.". She hadn't ...
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Cherry Flavoured Antacids: Of Women....
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Prose, Poetry and Random Musings. Please take note of the fact that before jumping to conclusions like.I am a feminist /anti-feminist/hypocrite.BLAH BLAH .have enough patience to withstand the whole post. Single men, by heart it. Married men, bookmark this. Sometimes they hit the bull’s eye and sometimes just fail to make a mark. If you're no good at it, learn it. Period. Know what women value. They value time. It took me years to work it out - but I'm glad I did. And the answers won’t be delayed! Women ...
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Cherry Flavoured Antacids: Demented Insomniac
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Prose, Poetry and Random Musings. 1inability to obtain sufficient sleep, esp. when chronic; difficulty in falling or staying asleep; sleeplessness. Far-Flung jelly eyes impinge the ceiling,. With the blank innocent virgin white patch;. That stares back with the ferocious might. Of black holes gaping wide enough onto. Within the universe, dark.The cryptic plight. The blindfold of elusive rest ransacking my mind. In some unreachable dimension of the pillow,. Unwisely laid below, under my bed, unconscious.
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Cherry Flavoured Antacids: Moments of Bittersweet Love.....
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Prose, Poetry and Random Musings. Moments of Bittersweet Love. Moments of Bittersweet Love. Outlandish feeling launches w/o precision. Speeds with purpose, ends with decision,. A hushed moment between turn-back and go-ahead. Giving way to love/lust/mushiness/ego or just hatred. And then you; are being asked to judge, think and decide. More often than not; the mere lunatic emotions that preside. Giving way to "The Options" not one, not two, but a whopping many. Options at all…. Moment so small…. Could hav...
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Cherry Flavoured Antacids: Then. There. Now.
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Prose, Poetry and Random Musings. Then There. Now. The hush in your voice betrays you unconditionally,. When you say you're fine. Kind of fine. Just about. I pretend to struggle, to not know, While I recall,. Where have I heard that line. In agonized whispers? And now, that puts me off. For I want you to be upfront. Your ostentatiously bright saliva is dense and thicker,. Than it usually is. As you wash it down your deep throat,. And slowly release a gust of wind right across my face. Lets begin from squ...
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Cherry Flavoured Antacids: On Mother's Day....
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Prose, Poetry and Random Musings. Mothers, because they are the best ever. To you I owe my existence and all my success. Every thing's for you. Each rupee, every pence. You are the reason I walk, I talk, I think, I see,. You were A mother the second time when I came. And I was the child that I will always want to be. Your extreme parsimony which still amazes me. Parsimony not in love but in hatred and disgust. You blew away my mistakes, all as a puff of smoke. Being with you for all these years. Thos...
