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Simple pleasures of existence -I. September 10, 2016. September 10, 2016. An average lost soul standing on the edge. Watching the river beneath. With half a heart wishing to get washed away. And half of it to stay grounded on the bay. You look for colors to fill the sunken eyes. Burning with hopes and all the lies. You fall in and out of yourself. As you swallow the lost faces. You bring back home the weights of the grays. And bury it inside your supple grace. Know this that the weather will change.
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10 Things I know to be true – inkjarblog
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10 Things I know to be true. July 31, 2016. July 31, 2016. Inspired by Sarah Kay’s TED talk. This was supposed to be my first post. But looks like it took its sweet time and here it is, ten things that I believe to be true. Hope you would share your list as well. I was created for a purpose and so were you. This universe is like a moon – a part of it is always hidden. Creating something out of nothing feels like heaven. It really feels like heaven. You better sit that out or walk it off. May be it wi...
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If I say – inkjarblog
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July 17, 2016. July 21, 2016. Will you listen if I say,. I want to show you my words. Will you believe if I say,. I will paint you a rainbow someday,. Right under your frown,. Because you painted one for me. Will you come with me if I say,. I live somewhere between the creased pages,. Between the blurred days and oblivious nights. Will you close your eyes if I say,. I will sing to you stories of queens and knights. Will you crinkle a smile if I say,. Will you still stay with me if I say,. You are comment...
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The wanderer – inkjarblog
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July 17, 2016. July 21, 2016. I wake up with each sun,. Searching for a purpose. Sometimes its a paper, an answer, a promise, a face,. It survives for a moment, an hour, a day,. And with the smell of each dawn it vanishes. But still I live to hold the sun,. Which won’t let me sleep again. Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window). Share on Facebook (Opens in new window). Click to share on Google (Opens in new window). Raise her like him. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Virtual ...
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5 reasons why I will never read Tendulkar’s autobiography … ever… – Surendra's World - Sports, Politics, Poetry .....
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Surendra's World – Sports, Politics, Poetry …. Home to all that I write outside my profession! 5 reasons why I will never read Tendulkar’s autobiography … ever…. I am from the Tendulkar generation, if you do not believe me then please read this. Most of my young and adult life has been punctuated by Tendulkar memories, you can read this master piece tribute by sidvee. If you want further proof of me being a Tendulkar fan, then I can tell you that I have even written a poem on Tendulkar. 3 – The Ten...
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July 2016 – inkjarblog
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10 Things I know to be true. July 31, 2016. July 31, 2016. Inspired by Sarah Kay’s TED talk. This was supposed to be my first post. But looks like it took its sweet time and here it is, ten things that I believe to be true. Hope you would share your list as well. I was created for a purpose and so were you. This universe is like a moon – a part of it is always hidden. Creating something out of nothing feels like heaven. It really feels like heaven. You better sit that out or walk it off. May be it wi...
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Light and Dark – inkjarblog
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July 17, 2016. July 21, 2016. It was pitch dark i couldn’t even see what i was,. I knew not how it felt when drops of sun melts into your flesh. Found my shadow leaning to a grave where I buried my deceased brave,. People spoke of a glossy day but all I could read was a gibberish play. My thoughts sliced my brawn and through the interstices I saw the world upside down,. Wished I could breathe words but all that came out was black ash,. It whispered through my veins to dissolve the indwelling pains,.
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Raise her like him – inkjarblog
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Raise her like him. July 17, 2016. July 21, 2016. Don’t draw lines around her for she is a girl,. Let her paint the dreams that she wishes for,. Don’t tell her girls are born to wear pink and gold,. Know that she can show you colors to behold. Don’t teach her what the books say,. Let her find the blurred way,. Don’t run to her with a tear when she falls,. Be there to share a twinkle when back she stalls. Don’t tell her to look away when they slander,. For they ain’t worthy of an answer,. Not when her hea...
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September 2016 – inkjarblog
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Simple pleasures of existence -I. September 10, 2016. September 10, 2016. An average lost soul standing on the edge. Watching the river beneath. With half a heart wishing to get washed away. And half of it to stay grounded on the bay. You look for colors to fill the sunken eyes. Burning with hopes and all the lies. You fall in and out of yourself. As you swallow the lost faces. You bring back home the weights of the grays. And bury it inside your supple grace. Know this that the weather will change.