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Psyche Bubbles: February 2011
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Bubbles of my psyche. floating around. Friday, February 18, 2011. A shadow, gloomy, dark, secluded,. And opaquing the light, Was I. High, I was not, yet i was up so high. The shadow kept looming, unto the roof,. Inspite of the moonlessness. Just The stars, smugly and sly. Gloomy, dark, secluded, I was not,. Yet the gloomy, secluded shadow, stood still. The frills on the curtains, lay swinging,. The window panes, pale, occult,. Turned sheepishly creaky with the whirl. Songs of shrilly silent serenity.
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Psyche Bubbles: November 2011
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Bubbles of my psyche. floating around. Wednesday, November 30, 2011. And when i thought, it was coming back to me, it went away. The hair of my beloved Slipping commotion-less,. Through my shaking fingers, as she left me. Blinded by the mockery, I motionless lay. The brightness, withered slowly. Countless bleeding drops of heartbreak, falling back in my cortex. Slipping through the moments past, the heart sunk in the growing Numbness. My shaking fingers, shivered. Pacing raindrops, ascend.
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Psyche Bubbles: ~ Run Away ~
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Bubbles of my psyche. floating around. Monday, July 25, 2011. The Rain, Unending. Romance, sucked out of its Serenity. Showers, Merciless,. The droplets on the window pane, Unused. Momentary lapse of Motion. Another Affectionate swipe,. The end, Still Far Away. And the loneliness of my deserted furniture,. It isn't the Rain. Evading Romance like Everyday,. I stared through the tinted glasses, Again. Awaiting the chance,. July 28, 2011 at 8:22 PM. August 6, 2011 at 7:52 AM. August 9, 2011 at 12:02 AM.
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Psyche Bubbles: September 2013
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Bubbles of my psyche. floating around. Wednesday, September 4, 2013. Relentless it would start again,. As night fell,. I start to wonder if i should write a line,. Full of agony and pain,. Or a subtle word or two about the woeful rain,. As if i would never see the stars another time,. As if my words would never rhyme,. As if it would start again. Although the rain had stopped pouring,. And the trees have stopped roaring,. With equivocal meaninglessness,. The restlessness in their wavering leaves,. Is lic...
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Psyche Bubbles: January 2011
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Bubbles of my psyche. floating around. Monday, January 31, 2011. Stay away from me. Separate yourself from what compels you to relinquish us. Push your way on to me, entirely. Stay away from me, stay away from me now. Less you gonna see, less you gonna see me out. No, I can't dance less it's slow or sad. To a song that's far less obvious. You using me, do it slowly. Make it last until I have to go. Honorary Title. The lyrics are just so melodramatic. love it. Links to this post. Thursday, January 20, 2011.
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Psyche Bubbles: June 2012
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Bubbles of my psyche. floating around. Tuesday, June 5, 2012. Crept up in Thoughtfulness. Lost in the Charms of the tablet thingy. Caught in the winter rains,. My quest for Vanity. But to the things of the past. I sit in the drivers seat. Sane thoughts wouldn't leave me. No time to look down across the looking glass. To the hues of the setting sun. To the hazy view of the mountains,. Through the droplets of dew on the looking glass. To the world outside. The dew swept away. Only to return with. Listening...
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Psyche Bubbles: June 2011
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Bubbles of my psyche. floating around. Wednesday, June 1, 2011. Life, the journey that it is, leaves us with experiences of varied kinds. Some forgotten, some etched deep within our memories. And these memories forgotten, remembered, envisions the beauty of our existence. The curiosity-clad Innocence of childhood, that made us look at everything with the sole intention of understanding its existence. The wrinkle-clad Old age, where everything seemed so near, yet distant. The poet in me, could not recede ...
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Psyche Bubbles: July 2011
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Bubbles of my psyche. floating around. Monday, July 25, 2011. The Rain, Unending. Romance, sucked out of its Serenity. Showers, Merciless,. The droplets on the window pane, Unused. Momentary lapse of Motion. Another Affectionate swipe,. The end, Still Far Away. And the loneliness of my deserted furniture,. It isn't the Rain. Evading Romance like Everyday,. I stared through the tinted glasses, Again. Awaiting the chance,. Links to this post. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). There was an error in this gadget.
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Psyche Bubbles: December 2011
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Bubbles of my psyche. floating around. Friday, December 30, 2011. Crystalline judgements No more. Esolute i not, like before. Something gives, some don’t. Crashed and burned, more often. Esolute i won’t. Rab by the neck,. The Path to the unknown. Chasing Implausible causes,. Blossomed rare, like tulips, hopes. Uprooted often, akin Forest fire. Ravel, I will, towards it. Some gay, some forlorn. Pages tucked under the pillow, some. Some mercilessly lay torn. Lone never, Lonesome rare. Links to this post.
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Psyche Bubbles: April 2011
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Bubbles of my psyche. floating around. Thursday, April 28, 2011. As i walked, aimlessly, towards the corner of that overpowering skyscraper, in the depth of the night, i could feel my shadow converging unto the humongous overshadow of it, the anxiousness dimming, the confidence gently receding, and i heard him say, "What have you to show for yourself? And i replied, valiant, relentless, "A lot! Links to this post. Monday, April 25, 2011. The Old man,. Littered and Used,. Signs of caution, Vaguely infused.
