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arKane arKived: October 2012

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Friday, October 5, 2012. Have I forgotten to rhyme? Have I forgotten to rhyme. Do I only write. For the twitter followers. Do I only vent. Am I always conscious of the number of likes. Of the hits on my blog? That audience called the little lines on my notepad. The cheer-leading adrenaline in my mind. The pen, the prose. The scribbles, the doodles. The chipped corners of my crayons. The unopened box of acrylic paint. The unwritten rustic paper pad. Bought from the hinterland of a small town . Am I a beast.

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arKane arKived: April 2013

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Thursday, April 4, 2013. He looked at me once before leaving. I asked: what do you feel? He said: a combination of love and irritation. Links to this post. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). The Silent Knight Speaketh! Ageing Wine with Oak – Reserves. Leaving New York" - REM. Write here, not now! My Definition of Life. Revisited. A Splash of Red. Let the mind go, and the mouse will follow. Travel template. Template images by Graffizone.

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arKane arKived: The Confirmist And The Escapist

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Tuesday, July 2, 2013. The Confirmist And The Escapist. You are a conformist; happiest when you've made everyone around you happy. She is an escapist; happiest when she is dreaming. So how does a conformist make an escapist happy? You let her escape. What happens after she escapes? Blissfully unaware of the harsh reality that surrounds her. And you protect her every time her dreams are knocked down. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). The Silent Knight Speaketh! Ageing Wine with Oak – Reserves.

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arKane arKived: September 2013

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Monday, September 23, 2013. I ask god for one chance encounter. Maybe in a flight. In a meeting room. Or a waiting room. A surge of emotions. Maybe in the rains, drenched. Maybe in the snow of faraway lands traveled. Or maybe just 5 minutes. But 5 honest minutes. Looking each other in the eye. Not waiting for something to happen. For it is happening in that moment. And then the place, the time. Time stops for those 5 minutes. Maybe time goes backwards. And starts all over again. We are star crossed fools.

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arKane arKived: Have I forgotten to rhyme?

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Friday, October 5, 2012. Have I forgotten to rhyme? Have I forgotten to rhyme. Do I only write. For the twitter followers. Do I only vent. Am I always conscious of the number of likes. Of the hits on my blog? That audience called the little lines on my notepad. The cheer-leading adrenaline in my mind. The pen, the prose. The scribbles, the doodles. The chipped corners of my crayons. The unopened box of acrylic paint. The unwritten rustic paper pad. Bought from the hinterland of a small town . Am I a beast.

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arKane arKived: The story of a depressed alpha male (prologue)

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Monday, November 24, 2014. The story of a depressed alpha male (prologue). Casting a shadow over himself,. He hides in the shelf,. Come out, come out'; she calls,. Unheard behind those walls. Stuck in a bell jar. Is a black hole that was once a star. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). The Silent Knight Speaketh! Ageing Wine with Oak – Reserves. Leaving New York" - REM. Write here, not now! My Definition of Life. Revisited. A Splash of Red. Let the mind go, and the mouse will follow.

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arKane arKived: November 2014

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Monday, November 24, 2014. The story of a depressed alpha male (prologue). Casting a shadow over himself,. He hides in the shelf,. Come out, come out'; she calls,. Unheard behind those walls. Stuck in a bell jar. Is a black hole that was once a star. Links to this post. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). The Silent Knight Speaketh! Ageing Wine with Oak – Reserves. Leaving New York" - REM. Write here, not now! My Definition of Life. Revisited. A Splash of Red. Let the mind go, and the mouse will follow.

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arKane arKived: April 2012

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Wednesday, April 4, 2012. I was not born with you, lying by my side. I have not seen you, untainted by sins. I have not been bewitched, by your innocence. Nor have I played hopscotch with you in the sun. If only, I was born with you. Lying by my side…. Yet we met, entwined together. By two families, steeped in tradition. Yet we met, immersed in ignorance. I knew not who I was,. When I was made to know you. I was I, you were you. And we slowly grew, I followed you. You carried me, and we walked together.

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arKane arKived: Fall and Rise

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Tuesday, July 29, 2014. Before leaving for Ladakh I had. When you fall from the raft – hold the rope encircling the edges of the raft. When you fall few feet away from the raft – look up at the sky to stay afloat and the raft leader will pull you up by holding your life jacket from the shoulders. Someone asked what if you fall and drift 10 to 20 feet away from the boat; he said; “good question! Before we knew it, I was no longer on the raft. I was in the Zanskar river! Our raft had inverted completely!

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arKane arKived: Reflection

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Saturday, July 11, 2015. Where should I look for my reflection,. Instagram, Twitter or Facebook? Should I look at my camera roll. The books I read. Or my desktop wallpaper? Should I see it in the choices I made. My job, my marriage? Or the accidents that happened in life. My friends, my old lovers, my roommates. Should I see it in my salary slip. Or in the food I order. My choice of poison. My brand of cigarettes. The color of my nail paint. The tv shows I watch. Where is my true reflection? Leaving New ...