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Melancholy's Child: February 2008
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Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or Bends with the remover to remove. O, no! It is an ever-fixed mark, That looks on tempests and is never shaken. It is the star to every wandering bark, whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken. - William Shakespeare. Monday, February 11, 2008. MY FRIEND MY SAVIOUR -2 ( My Partner In Crime). Those sultry summer days. Were spent in lazying around. Ignorance was once bliss. Those are the days we dearly miss! My dear partner in crime! Aweso...
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Melancholy's Child: THE ENCHANTED WINDOW
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Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or Bends with the remover to remove. O, no! It is an ever-fixed mark, That looks on tempests and is never shaken. It is the star to every wandering bark, whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken. - William Shakespeare. Friday, April 2, 2010. Through the open window i used to gaze. Into the depths of my heart's maze. Built my house on the rainbow. For the sun couldn't know. That I walked with the stars. Into the realm of love so far. Is wo...
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Melancholy's Child: June 2008
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Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or Bends with the remover to remove. O, no! It is an ever-fixed mark, That looks on tempests and is never shaken. It is the star to every wandering bark, whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken. - William Shakespeare. Sunday, June 22, 2008. THE SPIRIT OF BLISS. It moves slowly inside you. Like the omnious clouds of monsoon. And fills you with a distant happiness. From the dreams that never came true. It elevates you for a moment.
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Melancholy's Child: ACHILLES' HEART
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Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or Bends with the remover to remove. O, no! It is an ever-fixed mark, That looks on tempests and is never shaken. It is the star to every wandering bark, whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken. - William Shakespeare. Saturday, July 25, 2009. This is in fond memory of the movie troy- yep Brad Pitt! D guy amazes me everytime. I see the movie! Godn not only tht. Himd way he fights.d way he talks! Totally in love with him! Which is what Ive.
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Melancholy's Child: WHAT IS IT?
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Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or Bends with the remover to remove. O, no! It is an ever-fixed mark, That looks on tempests and is never shaken. It is the star to every wandering bark, whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken. - William Shakespeare. Saturday, January 17, 2009. It gives us life and the serene blissfulness. Of a new day. It gives us peace and with it beauty lies. In its calm and psychedelic trance. The mild wind plays with it,. Washes away our sins.
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Jhapkiyan...: April 2014
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Samajh nahi aata mai lafz bunti hun ya lafz mujhe. Monday, April 7, 2014. Like ink spill on a parchment. Makes shapes, accidental but meaningful. I oft find myself in vomited words words. Written in hurried hand on sultry nights. Page by page I recite a fruitless attempt. At satiating a narcissistic hunger. Of getting to know that girl in the mirror. The one people are fond and wary of at the same time. And so am I. Like a poignant seizing fever it engulfs me. I oft find myself in half hearted sketches.
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Melancholy's Child: UNBORN RECOVERY
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Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or Bends with the remover to remove. O, no! It is an ever-fixed mark, That looks on tempests and is never shaken. It is the star to every wandering bark, whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken. - William Shakespeare. Monday, May 11, 2009. You are with me, and so you say. Between the pages of my books,. In between my files,. At the back of my mind,. In front of my eyes,. During the boring lectures,. During the fun breaks,. But I still li...
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Jhapkiyan...: I wonder who
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Samajh nahi aata mai lafz bunti hun ya lafz mujhe. Wednesday, August 10, 2011. In the bus, he sits right there. His eyes on me as I take a ticket. Watch me tuck my bag on my shoulder. The color of my wallet, his eyes. Follow me to the ladies seat. He notices my mud stained sneakers. And my bruised knees, muddy socks. As I tuck my hair behind my ear. He doesn't miss a thing ever. He looks at the book I read. And as he looks I wonder who. Am I in the eyes of a stranger. August 24, 2011 at 2:04 PM. Nanhe na...
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Life... and all its wonders: March 2014
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Life and all its wonders. Existence through my senses. Wednesday, March 26, 2014. It's been two years since my last post. I don't know why I write this after so long a time, but like a lot of writing, it has to do with me trying to put into words what is only a vague mess of thoughts and emotions in my head. Things haven't changed a lot outwardly since I last wrote here, which is disconcerting, but there have been internal changes. These spells are poisonous, if kept in the mind and left to roam; while t...
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